As I watch the sausages cremated on the barbeque,
I also notice my wife with a glass of white wine;
In a brief bikini lying sitting on a towel in the garden,
Her voluptuous breast wanting me to eat them and dine.
The kebabs twisting and turning as I go along,
The marinated steaks on top of the coal ready go,
I notice my wife as she lay straight on the ground,
Where all the magnificence of embossed vagina show.
No wonder the all the food is getting burnt,
I cannot take my eyes of the lying straight;
Would I care if we eat the damned food or not?
I want is to get near, touch her and penetrate.
The garden feast created by my wife and I,
A pleasant way to keep love alive and comply.