Hotter Than The Burning Sun.

She’s hotter than the burning sun.
To say, i do at the alter to her, you sure won’t need a twelve gauge shotgun.
I met her when the sun went down.
In the money rich part of town.
It was in a posh uptown bar.
I seen her pull up outside in a expensive uptown car.
In she walked like a royal queen.
She was the most handsomest thing I’ve ever seen.
She looked at me and i looked at her.
And for a long time at each other we did stare.
Then her i approached and said hello.
Her beauty my mind did typhoon blow.
Soon we were both at comfortable ease.
And me she did sexually tease.
We talked and laughed and lightly kissed.
With the amount of whiskey we drank we both ended up pissed.
Back at hers we broke the ice.
Holy moses i will tell you it was bloody well nice.
Here i lay beside her in bed.
On my masculine shoulder rests her beautiful regal hotter than the burning sun head.