(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by James B. Oden)

I turn and notice him; zoom,
Standing across the room,
A look of passion upon his face,
I walk to him and we embrace,
I feel his body heat and lust starts to grow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.

I tear at his clothing; rip,
Gently pull down his zip,
Relaxed I stand naked before him,
I trace my tongue from limb to limb,
He falls to his knees to place his final blow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.