I’ve got a gal who is my hon;
we are having noncarnal fun.
A bra might be unsnapped—
it’s pretty tame.

We haven’t gone beyond to make
out; our lust is not slaked.
It’s fantasy to even think that we might….

I spoon with my sugar, who’s a medic in this town,
a medic in this town,
a medic of renown.
I spoon with my sugar, who’s a medic in this town,
but we don’t go all the way.

We’re nestled in each other’s nest.
Admittedly, bodies are pressed
together, but we are not rutting pigs.
We’re quite content in this pursuit,
and intercourse intent is moot.
It would be wrong to move farther along, So…

I spoon with my sugar, who’s a medic in this town,
a medic in this town,
a medic of renown.
I spoon with my sugar, who’s a medic in this town,
but we don’t go all the lay.

On some occasions I have pecked her
on her lips with bright red tone.
But my tongue does not past her lips go.
She nibbles lightly on my lip;
suddenly, I would like to strip
of pants and chance
a grind, entwined.

Buuuuuuuuuuut…

Just spoon with my sugar, though my engine won’t go down
engine won’t go down,
energized, it bounds!
I spoon with my sugar, who’s now energized in mound.
Then, a most inciteful lay.