she lies lurking behind the wall as i step out of the station
catches me unaware by a sudden juxtaposition.
Wrapped up pretty well,but i cannot resist her touch.
“you are over dressed !” her desires whisper that much
she nibbles my ear lobes but it is more of a sinful bite
with red cheeks and goose pimples i’m a delightful sight
my lips are sealed and breath heavy, while she gets bold
we walk “hand in glove” to my apartment threshold
i crave for the hot shower and the warm pleasures in store
and to part from the winter wind, the heartless whore.