The Artist

My intentions were kinky

When she came to the office

I fired my big gun in anger

Sending a salvo across her bow

When she came to my office

I undid my zipper

Sending a salvo across her bow

Honey nearly melted

I undid my zipper

She was willing to do the work

Honey nearly melted

Giving me hot mouth

She was willing to do the work

Downshifting, then going really fast

Giving me hot mouth

Because she was an artist

Downshifting, then going really fast

I was sprung

Because she was an artist

All I could do was make ugly faces

I was sprung

Because she did things with her tongue

All I could do was make ugly faces

She was a bombshell

Because she did things with her tongue

I caressed a breast

She was a bombshell

I felt myself shudder

I caressed a breast

She kissed my neck

I felt myself shudder

Then erupt like Krakatau

She kissed my neck

I fired my big gun in anger

Then unconditionally surrendered

My intentions were kinky