YOUR BLONDE WIFE

Your blonde wife is so hot

my hands are blacken-fried to a crisp

just in her vicinity.

Your blonde wife is so hot

my eyes are seared shut

irises burnt through

leaving only a silhouette of her stunning shape.

Your blonde wife is so hot

my feet are blistered

lobster red

trying to walk her perimeter.

Your blonde wife is so hot

it'll be a cold day in hell

before I feel my ashen nether regions again.

Your blonde wife is hot,

is what I'm saying.

When she's coming round again?