Mrs Jones

Me and Mrs Jones,
We've got a good thing going on,
She used to be my teacher,
Now I find that I am the one,

Home tutoring this beautiful lady,
My lessons are in desire,
Touch, caress and longing,
Sensuous cinders to build a fire.

Captivated by her sassy charms,
My very first womanly crush,
Always front row seating,
My peach would seek to gush.

The idol of my journey,
Teenage fantasy and wet dreams,
The destination of her laddered stockings,
A fascination of bent over schemes

Woman that just exuded sex,
Years pass and what I find,
The object of all my lust,
Was yet sexed of any kind.

A marriage bed so stale,
No passion to stir the loins,
No dances in her belly,
Her fountain has seen no coins.

How our paths became intertwined,
And our bodies to slowly follow,
On a gentle coaxing tour,
To an island of lick and swallow.

So my enthusiastic curio,
Has turned to a secret habit,
With the wolf away from her door,
She's making love like a good lesbian rabbit.