by cricketjeff on May 18, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A glimpse of pink you flash your tongue at me
I know that look and know that in a while
That I will smile a smile that speaks of glee
I push my chair into an open space
And pull you by the hand across my lap
I cannot see the look that’s on your face
But I can hear the sigh that greets the slap
Your skirt is up, your thong is on the floor
My hand is making music on each cheek
I start to slow then hear you yell for more
But I am pretty sure I cannot speak
And later on at night when we’re in bed
You say that love is best when cheeks are red!
I hope that meets the bill!