I'M STUCK ON YOU
Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:47 am
I'M STUCK ON YOU.
Her eyes were glaring at the screen, deciphering what she had seen.
My God it's feeling hot in here; I'd really love an ice cold beer.
Sweat on her brow, her lips were dry, she'd go and have another try.
Her desk drawer held a small Chap Stick , to make lips supple really quick.
She didn't look, just felt around until the Chap-Stick her hands found
and barely pausing for a minute, she flipped the lid - OK begin it.
Still battling computer woes and not seeing where Chap Stick goes
she aims and paints her lips with cream, but not as smooth as it would seem.
A passing thought flashed through her brain, this moisturizers rather tame.
It doesn't live up to its name, the makers promised instant fame.
Her lips were not dewy at all; it didn't hold her in its thrall.
It's rather dry and no ways slick...she looked to find 'twas the glue stick.
So if perchance a man came by and looked at her with twinkling eye
and wondered if maybe fate led him here, to kiss her lips so red .
Well I can dream and so can you for what’s a busy girl to do
but say “ Sir I am game - are you? I guarantee to be stuck on you.”
Maureen Clifford ©
Her eyes were glaring at the screen, deciphering what she had seen.
My God it's feeling hot in here; I'd really love an ice cold beer.
Sweat on her brow, her lips were dry, she'd go and have another try.
Her desk drawer held a small Chap Stick , to make lips supple really quick.
She didn't look, just felt around until the Chap-Stick her hands found
and barely pausing for a minute, she flipped the lid - OK begin it.
Still battling computer woes and not seeing where Chap Stick goes
she aims and paints her lips with cream, but not as smooth as it would seem.
A passing thought flashed through her brain, this moisturizers rather tame.
It doesn't live up to its name, the makers promised instant fame.
Her lips were not dewy at all; it didn't hold her in its thrall.
It's rather dry and no ways slick...she looked to find 'twas the glue stick.
So if perchance a man came by and looked at her with twinkling eye
and wondered if maybe fate led him here, to kiss her lips so red .
Well I can dream and so can you for what’s a busy girl to do
but say “ Sir I am game - are you? I guarantee to be stuck on you.”
Maureen Clifford ©