Sitting down to write
Nothing serious, just a rift
I wish to give you the sunshine
Through a few words to sift
Leaning forward with lovely intents
Though success or greatness I cannot claim
A mere humble boy with a pen
My heart still giddy when I whisper your name
Woman! I’m tying to be serious
Please, we need to have this talk
I’m coming from a place of respect
Please, stop with your sultry walk
I’m trying to gather my words
I find it hard to look in your face
When you keep your assets
Encased in such wonderful lace
She controlled his soul
Wigglin’ when he spooned her
From the very first introduction
He knew he’d never be immune to her
She took these matters of seduction
Seriously – made him sound like a crooner
But she still had those butterflies
Whenever he came home for a nooner
Captain Q 