Sitting at my desk Watching you As you bend over at the copier Dizzam!! Can I get me some? Short skirt riding up the thigh Leaving nothing to the imagination Watching you come over to my desk To give me your report You bend over Not a word do I hear But I’m on a cleavage watch Melons ripe Just waiting for my mouth to take it in Got to shake the thought As I watch you saunter back to your cubicle Hips swaying Long luscious legs Accented by the ebony boots As the hugs your calves Wishing it was me The phone rings You ask me what I want For lunch It’s all I can do to keep from saying I want you… We sitting in the car You lean back in the seat to relax While I try to Watch the road Man never had a problem watching before But all I can see is myself Between those thighs Hmmmm We finish lunch And go back to work Brutha got to walk discreet So you won’t notice Woody trying to take a peek 4:00 time to go…. You come over and ask me if I would like to stop by for dinner I being very careful of how I choose my words Ask what’s on the menu That’s when you slide your hands down my thigh To my groin And grab hold And whisper in my ear CATFISH!!! WOOOOWEEEE!!! JACKPOT!!!!