You’re My Obsession

Oh, Baby...
What You Do to Me!

It truly is appalling, what you do
(With hardly any effort whatsoe’er)
To me, enchanting, making my balls blue
With lust and longing just to kiss your hair -
Above, below, with lips or rigid Chuck
(I still cannot believe it’s me you fuck!)

True, with so little nudging, you could be
With anybody, any body! Yet
You take delight instead tormenting me!
So daily mindful of how fortunate
I am to wake up, aching, at your side
Incredulous that you could be my bride!

It doesn’t matter if asleep, awake,
Or primped and preened or filthy, clothed, undressed;
Just being near you causes me to shake
With sweet anticipation of the rest
Of all the days I still have yet ahead
To worship you, both in and out of bed!

Oh, sweet obsession, you have not a clue
The constant, sweet assault within my mind
That plagues me, fantasizing about you!
How oft have I thoughts daily of this kind?
Take what you think you know and triple that
Ten thousand times at least, you sexy brat!

And whether you believe it e’er or not,
The simple truth is plain for all to see:
Your hills and valleys have my heart besot
(Along with every other part of me!)
I hunger just to see you, touch you, taste
That body that, entwined, with mine has graced.

Oh, Baby...
What I Want to Do to You!