Wild Thing
Wild Thing
by Rick Rucker
Images of Prim and Proper, to mind, You bring,
But, when we are Alone, You turn into Wild Thing!
Something that I wouldn't miss:
A juicy half-hour Kiss!
Against my body, you do press,
When we break, your hair's a mess!
Your Lovely body, firm, and fit,
Hardly feel it, when you sit,
On my very eager lap,
You often throw away my cap,
To better access my waiting lips,
Thrill me to my finger tips!
We don't live together, true,
But it is Heaven, just to sit with you!
Something soon is going to give,
Us a chance to forever live
In our own lovely place,
With a tablecloth of Irish lace.
Oh, and one thing more,
It must have a Red front door!
I don't know why you want that,
But, to make You happy, I would paint my CAT!
Soon, we will be together, for all Time,
Having so much fun, it should be a Crime!
Honey, you make my Heart SING!
You've earned your nickname, WILD THING!
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