A close encounter on a crowded bus, made for a joyful ride.

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It was Rush Hour and people were packed into the bus like sardines,
It was an invatation for men to get frisky, by all means.
I had been watchin a Stud Muffin in a trench coat,
He was makin eye contact, winkin, just tryin to get my goat.
I ignored him and he thought that was funny,
Then he moved forward, to stand right behind me, Hunny.
The crowd shoved him closer to me,
I felt his hot stare, he did like what he did see.
I feel him gettin too close behind me, so I wiggled my behind,
I put my hand between us and guess what I did find?
His Big Un ws tryin to say Howdy-Do,
It had a nice swell, it was tryin to break through.
I muttered," Mercy!' and heard him sigh,
I was truly a captive to this awesome guy.
He boldly took my hand and placed it on his need,
It was a desperate move and a silent plead.
Men in distress, make me a soft touch,
I could feel that the poor thang needed me so much!
AWWW Well, Sakes alive!
I unzipped the poor Dear's pants and adminstered some Hand Jive!
What a Big Boy You Are, I thought in my mind,
He started babblin in Spanish, I couldn't understand nothin I did find.
He was massive and tall, like a mighty oak tree,
But he was at the mercy of little ole me!
Nobody noticed us foolin around,
On the Rush Hour bus ride all over town.

Music: Axel F