STREET LADY, SHEETS FREAK

STREET LADY, SHEETS FREAK


There she goes
On her nine to five…in her suit and plaid skirt
she’s so professional, so fine….
She doesn’t say no, when she wanna say yes
and she looks good in any dress.
That there is my lady, the street has brought out her other part.
She transforms in the sheets, when clothes go off
And fingers become the new eyes.
My freaky street lady… the woman for me.


She sends me pics during work, while I’m at my desk,
Letting me know what the night would unfold,
She sits at her board meetings
Discussing me with her inner freak.
She berates herself when the sales don’t go up
and she pats herself when she makes me go off.
The sheets is where we let go of Wall Street and Dow Jones
and reach out to sweet sex and slow tunes.
The sheet is where we come alive, soon as we dial that 69 button.


She sits on her desk, juggling phone calls and flipping through her rolodex
I’m here, looking out my corner office, also looking at my rolex.
Anticipating what waits when I meet my lady at home......




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