slow

and i work slow

and no one knows

as if i am under some sort of spell

and this is not a plea for free love

this is no excuse for cheating

never will i say, you should try it too;

it's fun

or as i like to think

maybe i will write a book;

to be your own

supreme slut

and i do my work meticulously slow

and no one knows

my job has never felt so glorious

just because my hair is sticky with his cum

who is this man i do not know

for three days previous

i felt elated

so listen here

because i do not really understand

and i do my work oh so slow

and no one knows

as a child i loved my papa and my opa

growing older, i loved potential husbands

with no intend of marriage

then i loved my husband

just because it's so

and true love let me tell you

is an amazing thing

blessed the ones who know it

but this loving just for loving...

and i do my work so slow

and no one knows

finally i saw his eyes

just a glimpse when i looked up at him

how can i say

this man i sought

not for anything sincere

the surprise of sweet blue eyes

the sweetest ones i ever saw

the glory of just loving for no other reason than

to be

and the work?

all they know

how well it's done