MY FIREMAN

Talking to you on the phone
Telling you my naughtiest fantasies
The one where you lift me up against the wall
And I climb you ladder
As I mount your hose
Your siren starts to sound louder as you step on the
Gas
Turning the curbs sharply
Willing to risk all your ambitions
As your water hose spills
Inside of my wanting twat
Rescuing my sexual frustrations
From a burning inferno
In which the thickness of your hose
Is fulfilling my house
Reaching every room
Stroking my walls
Putting out my explosions
One fire at a time