Racing pulse

As I sip on my beer,
The road becomes clear ..
I deserve another treat,
I want to feel her heartbeat ..

As I walk out of the pub,
And the smoke as I stub,
I think about her lovely feet,
I need to feel her heartbeat ..

I think of her skin, of dark ivory,
And it makes me move in a big hurry,
Her beauty is no deceit,
I have to feel her heartbeat ..

I see her standing there,
The way I like it, all bare ..
She was looking so petite,
I can't wait to feel her heartbeat ..

When I run my hand along her curves,
Can feel her respond with a verve ..
I can still feel her heat,
And I can almost feel her heartbeat ..

When I turn her on with my keys,
It makes me weak in the knees ..
And when we hit the street,
I can then feel our hearts beat ..