In the warm dark bungalow
I made him lie low
I was entitled to his whole body
We got really naughty
His lack of clothes made me dotty
He was such a hottie
His chest illuminated by the moon
His abs made me swoon
He had the audacity to tease
His hands lingered on my knees
I was vexed by lust
I was abruptly ready to adjust
His actions were acute
As he administered his fruit
He was hard as stone
I was compelled to moan
It was like we were in a lapse of time
He was filled with slime
We played until we discerned the sun
I was frivolous when we were done
This story is true
No sarcasm put through