"Monday Morning Blues"

Dirty pictures sent in succession
Fruit in her mouth adding to the seduction
Three words in the caption
"Honey, I'm horny."
She's always like that when it's stormy
"I'll be home soon to make your flower thorny."
Is my quick reply as I eye her birthday dress
I can't wait until my hands and tongue caress
And turn her into a white sticky mess.
I smile at the way she's already made me stiff
With just some pics I catch a phantom whiff
Of her sexy triangle myth.
Once at home I follow the rose petal
At her request I feast on the juices of her kettle
Then present to her my rocks and metal.
Sucking and licking on her knees
Adding in her hand to meet my please
Smiling as I paint her face upon release.
Foreplay over, come here my naughty soldier
Let your tight, sexy ass meet my boulder
And let your breasts be my hand holder.
Riding hard, the way she likes, good and rough
Body of a goddess, heart on fire, she's built tough
Ain't stopping until she gets enough.
Fuck the Monday Morning Blues!