TONY, MY BUTTERCUP
I feel this longing to feel you up.
Taste your candy-flavored kisses, My Buttercup.
I want to lick you from head to toe and eat you up.
"Careful Lady", I say to myself.
Leave that hot young male-child on the shelf.
But, oh how exciting, you are to me.
Young fresh thing, still wet with your virginity.
Should I take your cherry? And make it mine.
Drink you down, like a full robust wine?
Are my desires for you such a crime?
You're not yet out of your teens, and I am way past mine.
Still, I taste your candy-flavored kisses, My Buttercup. And they make me
Want to lick you all over and eat you up.
Nineteen looks so inviting, to my thirty-eight.
Why should you and I be forced to wait?
When there are a hundred different positions, with you I'd like to take.
On your back, me against the wall, or in the doggy-style state.
So, give me more of those candy-flavored kisses, My Buttercup.
And let me lick you all over and eat you up.
(To all the women out there who are enamoured with a younger man.)