Slow and steady wins the race,
but who’s exactly running?

There isn’t any finish line,
goal is only coming.

No particular time or place
to take matters into hand.

Sometimes it seems to much like work,
better than pounding sand.

Two shirts, a towel are so much better,
spent with your sweet embrace.

But sometimes its in solitude,
with your panties made of lace.

I must admit the passion starts
each time I hear you speak.

It has a mind all of its own,
does much more than 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