In the mornings Sam's hard-on would grumble...
"I'm so small...it's ever humble
it would be so good
To massage my wood
Damned it, wife! Give it a fumble!
She went for a walk by the ocean
And thought of the water bed's motion
The way that the bed
Jiggled as she said,
She envisioned herself covered in lotion.
satin sheets, candlelight, and wine.
sounds fantastic! your bed or mine?
Mine, see you at eight?
I can hardly wait!
We'll be fucking by half-past-nine.