Roses are Red, Violets are blue,
I'm thinking sexy thoughts of you.
Of what you'd do to me,
When no one else can see.
Of what'd I'd do to you alone,
Even when we're not at home.
Thoughts of moaning,
Thoughts that would make your mouth start foaming.
Are you wondering yet what you'd find,
If I gave you a glimpse into my mind.
Here's a taste of what you'd see,
And tell me if with this fantasy you agree.
"You push me against your office wall,
I wrap my legs around you so I won't fall.
A few ripped clothes later and you're in,
We'll go so hard at it it'll seem like a sin.
I'll moan and cry your name,
And with one last perfect aim,
You make an amazing claim,
And thus we fantastically came."