excessive foreplay leads to disaster

best tiramisu of my life 

with a beer 

from maryland

and no date

waiting till 8

am i not bombastic

and fantastic and

righteously scholastic

a pack of

american spirits

stashed in his

pants

i wanna get my 

hands on

his

stash

keep your mind on 

the microbrew and

quit rehashing

the past

that one night

you coulda had him

was a lotta nights

ago

you've been letting

him intimidate you

maybe too long now

cuz you like foreplay

he's prolly 

forgotten

your name

peeps dragged it

through the dirt

around town

he prolly cant

handle the sound

you know im hooked on ya, 

baby

thats why you swing your 

weight around.*

whole bean or ground?

grind it honey

grind it

grind it

grind it

grind it to defy gravity

do me so hard

i cant see

dont leave

till we've had coffee

why do i feel like

you wont disapoint me? 

* "you know im hooked..." courtesy ray charles