A gentle squeeze of the hand A blushing cheek meets his eye His heart aches, her cheeks blush Like cherries in a hot pink pie. He kisses her face, on the side of her itsy bitsy nose. She giggles, plays into his hands Which is holding a **** rose. His blood rushes round, he enquires of her intention She looks at her diary, free next week the next day does not get a mention. Disappointment darkens the hour He fiddles with his tie She grabs his tie and pulls him closer and her wet sparkly lips taste of cherry pie. So sweer the embrace, so full of "I want more" She relaxes, his hand slides down and unlocks the key of the door. That key is stiff he thought better loosen the grip She pants, he blushes and finally reveals her little slip. So silky, so divine, it falls to the floor So passionate, so forgiving and she bolts hastily through the door. "Come back" he shouts, but she has gone "Not likely" she retorts, what's your game? He is confused, as men usually are "But I thought you wanted the same". Men and women are from two planets Men from Zog and women from mars. Men, well we cant do without them their annoying habits and love of cars. Women, we are good stuff, I have to say But at the end of the day, we're all the same We like our love in the old fashioned way.