Love, or the game?
A man sits in his den
Watching his team play
In the big game
On a Sunday,
His wife's in the bedroom
Lighting candles
Creating the mood
Dressed in something silky- smooth
She stands in the door doorway of the den
His eyes look her over with a greedy grin
She says nothing
Letting her body do the talking,
He goes back to the game
She says 'The game or me'
His eyes betray him
She knows how this will end,
Standing there waiting for his reaction
Oozing of sexy attraction
He goes for the remote
Thinking 'thank god I have tivo'.
Watching his team play
In the big game
On a Sunday,
His wife's in the bedroom
Lighting candles
Creating the mood
Dressed in something silky- smooth
She stands in the door doorway of the den
His eyes look her over with a greedy grin
She says nothing
Letting her body do the talking,
He goes back to the game
She says 'The game or me'
His eyes betray him
She knows how this will end,
Standing there waiting for his reaction
Oozing of sexy attraction
He goes for the remote
Thinking 'thank god I have tivo'.
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Haha, I was thinking of my best friend while writing this. (:Don't know what to rate it though. :P :S
LOL! It sucks a loooot.
So, uh, READMYSTORIESTHAT'SITBYE!(: