The pajama game
By artis
Silk and satin you were to me flannel warm my Polly Esther nylon stockings unstocked emptied of two calfs ten little piggies two knees and a set of thighs next a pair of d cups spilling out their volume what was under turned inside out on the bed there are nighty nights and then there are no nighty nights this could go either way slip into a negligee and I will become negligent towards sleep let day break we will spend no time repairing it we have better things to do why count sheep when you can count sighs why look at stars when I can study the gleam in your eyes we can watch Mercury rise as I explore my Venus the Earth will spin faster nothing mars love's passions the moon is just cheese you are the finest wine that flavours the nights sharpness the edge of night is soft and dull and enters slowly fashion is useless in its darkness just wear yourself your birthday suit we'll celebrate it nightly I will raise a candle and we will watch it melt after I race to get out of my pajamas and into your arms the die has been cast by your enticing smile and it's time to make my move in this game of love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ArtisWritten April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 12:28 AM PST adult • humor • other
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"Silk and satin you were to me..."