A Quickie
A Quickie
I see that look upon your face.
You got the time.
I got the place.
Take me to outer space.
Now.... let`s not make this a race.
Pace....pace.....pace....
Didn't your mother teach you anything?
Ladies first.
I know you thirst....
S l o w down....big guy.
The longer the slide.
The better the ride.
I can not hide.
These feelings inside.
Off to the moon.
Now....lets glide.
Super Ride.
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