Tracey TEE - Racing at 9

I wish he'd slow down...
and take his time whilst
adoring this body of mine
instead he's always in a rush...
but dare I even make a fuss...

I better not, I ponder so...
Or it will be 3 months or so...
till our bodies reunite..
but I wish he wouldn't rush tonight...

Slow and sensual, is my thing
the phone is off so it can't ring,
and interupt my pleasure time,
then Hubbie says...'Racing at 9 '

Through every kiss he studies the time
so he doesnt miss out on his 'Racing at 9 '
before I know it, the act is done.
and I 'm left feeling somewhat numb...

I decide it's time to take
drastic measures if I'm to make,
sweet love for more than 15 minutes
I'll take the fuse out..that should do it...

Then when he rushes to the loo,
onward with my plan,
out pops the bloody fuse
that should fool my man.

Yes disappointed he was so
my plan had worked just fine...
but then he went and fell asleep...
leaving me to watch Racing at 9.

Tracey TEE

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