She watches from afar
Her body is willing but her mind stumbles
He is a tempting cookie jar
He is reeling and awkwardly mumbles.
She snarls inside, outside she smiles
He could be a notch in her belt
but she wants to rebel
Not a doll
Not a toy
She wants a man, not a boy
and as far as one night stand goes
she doesn’t favour scraps
A full-course – she adores.