An Ode to Widows of Workaholics

Flip through the channels

Surrounded by blue, studded panels

Take off my sandals

In your low-rent urban apartment

I click with the remote

Ask for a smoke

And am starting to joke

When I notice

Your hard as a rock

I’m craving your cock

What a great reason to stop

Watching infomercials

I pretend I didn’t see

But you don’t stop looking at me

And I would have to decree

That I am impressed

You make your move slow

And I am raring to go

I just want to blow

You

So I get down on my knees

Are you just being a tease?

Or do want me to say please?

Release

And I’m holding on to it

Grabbing my tit

Say, "Why don’t you sit

"On my lap

"And stay a while

"While I compile

"All the reasons to defile

"You

"On top of my desk"

And we digress

In a mess

Of sloppy kisses and caress

You stop

Look over my shoulder

To the highlighted folder

On the corner

Of your computer desktop

I’m let down

And I frown

As you turn back around

And say, "Sorry, I saw something I liked"

I hate the suspension

I need your attention

And not to mention

Your dick in my mouth

Your busy checking your mail

I’m biting a nail

The moment’s now stale

Due to your new fascinations

So I crawl back on the bed

My libido’s now dead

You can’t stop for head?

That’s pathetic

Turn on the TV

Notice PayPerView charges a fee

And pull out the trusted MC

Thank God for digital porn