Angels Come

Angels come There she was when I was sad Said cast her off your shoulder lad The body comfort and the wine She surely looked sweet and divine We fit together just like spoons And passion flowed till I did swoon And later on she asked for more And I hoped I didna snore Again the pennant rode the mast On top she finished very fast Eruption flowed her breast I clasped But then she wanted more A Nympho’s mouth did me consume In rapture I did feel in tune A wispy taste of her perfume And then I’m back a riding Sun came in the window, shock I’d been all around the sexual block The girl was gone my wallet Jock I’m sore it’s not surprising Don Johnson 13-4-11