Getting myself ready, and putting my stockings
My face looking pretty, and my hair all in place
As I stop by to kiss, leaving a reddish trace
On my husband's red cheek, racing to my dockings

Arriving at my port, being greeted by hand
One awesome man stool tall, modelling desire
Making me forget rules from our business hire
All flustered and blushing, my speech becoming bland

His blue eyes stared at me, and I was lost in view
I completed my plan, but don't ask me minute
As I was succumbing to a dream of a slit

At the end of meeting, he gave me an adieu
With a note with number, to contact him for lust
But my mind went back straight, and it was garbage thrust