Sunday Honey
You're my Bee's Knees.
Dark Side of the Moon, playing on your radio. Taking you, into my arms. Holding you tight. Telling you, you are my Bee's Knees. Turning your frown, into my smile. As my tongue licks your honey. Driving you to pull my hair. Closer Deeper. Moaning. On my Ivory tongue. Your Ebony thighs, yielding your honey. Calling me, your Lover Boy.