Cheaters Cheaters Pumpkin Eaters

The fury of suspense Neither dare mention Once the moment presents It's clear their intention Day in and day out Both trying to achieve With the same know how And allotted leave Bearing obligations That fade by day When both imaginations Discretely play That fragment of time The flock divides The last two in line For a thrill seeking ride The shape of two virgins A deceitful mirage Sinfully splurging An innocent massage She pulls away But only a little The game, in play Her bow, his fiddle Her eyes of wonder Add gas to his fire Rainbow induced thunder Of lustful desire The inevitable irony Is such a shame Once finished, they see They are to blame The excitement vanished The mystery, no more He's no longer famished And she, now a whore