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slow and steady wins the race
but who’s exactly running
there isn’t any finish line
the goal is only coming

no particular time or place
to take matters into hand
sometimes it seems to much like work
it’s better than pounding sand

two shirts a towel are so much better
spent with your sweet embrace
but sometimes its in solitude
with panties made of lace

i must admit the passion starts
each time i hear you speak
it has a mind all of its own
functions more than just to leak

one eye willie stands straight and true
he is but yours alone
so use him often, for your needs
or i’ll just jerk the bone

:)

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards