Game Time

This one is for all the third wheelers. 

She lay there, 

Her legs peeking out through her dress, 

He comes out, 

The steam rushing out first, 

As if he was too hot for it, 

The drops of water on his bare body, 

Going down, 

Getting everything wet, 

Her chest went up and down,

She was breathless, 

When he said, 

We’re going to play now,

And her heart skipped a beat, 

She thought, 

He can read me, 

He knew that’s what she wanted, 

And she begins to undress, 

When the door opens wide, 

And out come three more boys,
Ready to kill with joysticks, 

Because it’s now game time!

-Yet Another Thing