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Too many late nights working overtime

can leave a woman feeling blue.

The nights get cold and long,

Bob Seger, playing' your favorite songs

just keeps me thinking of you.

What's a woman to do?



So, I thought I'd fix your special treat

You know how I love to watch you eat...

The way you lick the juices from my fingertips

as I feed you pie,

and those bedroom eyes and sexy cowboy ways

makes me want to take a ride

on the wild side.



That thought sends me drifting away on notions

of exaggerated carousel motions

with a rodeo twist.

Nothing like a bucking beast

after a lollipop feast

to make a woman smile wide...

Muscle gripping muscle deep inside,

holding on with all I've got,

never wanting it to stop.

Reaching for that brass ring with both hands,

spiraling off into the Promised Land.



Waves of "missing you" washes over me

snapping me out of my reveries,

As I punch in your work number on the phone.

"Honey? What time are you coming home?"



My tummy grumbles...

A finger lifts to taste.



"Ok, baby, just get here when you can.

You know I understand.

Just come when you are able.

I'm keeping dinner hot for you on the table."