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As I sit here in my kitchen I watch my lover work (Trying to fix the boiler!) It is Possible/Probable That He will very shortly Go Totally Berserk! Hoses Drills   Cables Adorn the kitchen floor But … I have mischief on my mind That will soon Come to the fore I sassy over slowly Ask is he wants some tea? We often play this silly game Pretending … That he has never before met ME! He is just a workman He is purely trade I am just a housewife Desperate to get laid I set his tea beside him Run my fingers through his hair Caress his manly muscles I really do not care! I do not care for etiquette I do not care for rules I only care to **** him Here Amongst his ***** tools I know the game is on When Resolve walk out the door I now possess the power To drink from his liquid store He is but a willing victim So I start to make a show Soon It’s hell for leather My gifts on him I do bestow I love this man with all my heart I loved this man right from the start My love for him is off the chart I love my man **My   Work of Art** When the job is over When the tools are all packed up When the job is over He stops Drinking from the cup That’s the time he invoices A bill needs to be rendered I always pay up willingly For my soul has long surrendered I thank my ***** workman This man That sets my heart ablaze Then My ***** workman thanks me For my wanton ways I escort him of the premises My love for him adorning He smiles at me lovingly **That’s why I’m easy I’m easy like Sunday morning** ... ~ ...
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
I'm easy like Sunday morning
As I sit here in my kitchen I watch my lover work (Trying to fix the boiler!) It is Possible/Probable That He will very shortly Go Totally Berserk! Hoses Drills   Cables Adorn the kitchen floor But … I have mischief on my mind That will soon Come to the fore I sassy over slowly Ask is he wants some tea? We often play this silly game Pretending … That he has never before met ME! He is just a workman He is purely trade I am just a housewife Desperate to get laid I set his tea beside him Run my fingers through his hair Caress his manly muscles I really do not care! I do not care for etiquette I do not care for rules I only care to **** him Here Amongst his ***** tools I know the game is on When Resolve walk out the door I now possess the power To drink from his liquid store He is but a willing victim So I start to make a show Soon It’s hell for leather My gifts on him I do bestow I love this man with all my heart I loved this man right from the start My love for him is off the chart I love my man **My   Work of Art** When the job is over When the tools are all packed up When the job is over He stops Drinking from the cup That’s the time he invoices A bill needs to be rendered I always pay up willingly For my soul has long surrendered I thank my ***** workman This man That sets my heart ablaze Then My ***** workman thanks me For my wanton ways I escort him of the premises My love for him adorning He smiles at me lovingly **That’s why I’m easy I’m easy like Sunday morning** ... ~ ...
Just a silly little bit of daytime fun!
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
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