Forecasts

 
That dusty joint, just across from the place
I've yet to recall the name of,
sat virtuous me singing your praises
if you were but to know..

Studying your form guide
telling me of the days forecast
like I didn't already know..

Going to be hot and sultry like
your tanned body I Imagined
being held tight by.

Though In truth,
I'd gone further than planned..

Said it all with a "you're needed" glance,
and you
being the master of the house my meandering
thoughts pursued with the taking up of my skirts
in that dusty joint I'd spoke of earlier,
subduing the beast in me back into your control
with that oh so tanned body pressing me against the wall.