Note Of The Sleeping

Note Of The Sleeping                       Two, four, six, eight, you just wait.                         Meanie, meanie, mow. I got something                         to show...                       Tickle, tickle my name is Michael.                         It's no pickle in my pocket.                                   Honey be quick, honey don't be late.                         It's you for dessert.                               I can't wait....                       One, two, In a hour or two.                         We won't be through.                           Three, four, in the shower                            or floor...                             Five, six, sex is the intent.                             Seven, eight.                               I still wait...                         Nine, ten, I'm ready to begin.                       Wild thing, wild thing, give me loving.                         Touching me tendering.                         The ink is red, my eyes are blue.                       All I want to do is make love to you.                           You're late, you're late.                             Asleep I wait...                       Wake me for snoring is boring.                           We'll make love,                             till morning...                               Copyright © May 2001 Michael L. ChickDeticated to all us that wait. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 09:43 AM PST   0 • 16