Sucking on a Chimay, hand-in-hand, massaging derrieres,
Through her open mini skirt, my little shorts,
Dancing sexy in the bushes, between the rock wall and the bobbing trees,
As she shimmies to her knees she slurps and snorts;
Warming up for later, as the sun falls into purple fire,
Nellie bumping through the ground to rock a song,
Boldly sipping on my cocktail, sweet seductive locomotion,
Getting started to continue all night long;
Mixing margueritas, burning cookies with a disco ball,
Picking costumes as she models them for me,
For their access, lace, and attitude; from maid to queen to belly dancer;
Glamour grinding through the night in harmony;
Freaking hot, she says “I’m ready,” on her back, heels on my shoulders,
Nectar pouring from her smokey, swollen lips,
Cowgirl riding high and pretty, pushing down to grip the saddle,
Rolling rhythms, as she works it with her hips;
Sucking on a Chimay, hand-in-hand, massaging derrieres,
Through her open mini skirt, my little shorts,
Dancing sexy in the bushes, between the rock wall and the bobbing trees,
As she shimmies to her knees she slurps and snorts,
Dancing sexy in the bushes, between the rock wall and the bobbing trees,
As she shimmies to her knees she slurps and snorts.
