Soon he'd be home from the graveyard shift,

His hands grimy, shirt wet from the heat,

He had a thought to which he'd drift

'Bout her warm softness, succulent and sweet.

He'd got home just before daybreak

With the one thing on his mind,

Just thinking made his length ache

But oh! what joy he'd find.

She painted her lips ruby red

Knowing the shade was his fave,

Her mind intent on his lengthhead,

She needed to satisfy the crave.

He indulged in her softness eating,

There was so much of her treat,

She spread her table for his greeting

Oh how that man loved her sweetmeat!

They fused with a passion so great

Temperatures rose in excess,

The fervor took time to dissipate

The dawn echoed with yes! yes! yes!