The gardener and maid went off to seclusion
To satisfy passion from boiling to extreme
And to share the supplies including the white cream
Of a daily routine of the lust intrusion

The gardener wonders what is under her skirt
Does she have her black thong or turquoise hip huggers
Will she go down on knees or want it rough riggers
As he guides her to space where she can be a flirt

The maid drifts fantasy that he might want a wife
While pleasing his senses in giving him goodness
But no knowing feeling, this might lead to sadness

Enjoying the pleasure of this moment in life
The lust shared between each to fulfilling wet aches
As the door flings open to the boss scolding takes