You need to get your car’s oil changed. You need to mow the lawn/ shovel
the driveway. You need to pay your bills, call your mother, go grocery
shopping, you have to blah, blah, blah.
I want to hear you moan for me. I want to hear you whimper. Moan because I make your groin ache and your mind melt. Moan for the things that I remind you that you can’t have.
You thought you were going out tonight? Haha; yeahhh, you’re going to have to cancel your plans, gooner boy. You know Saturdays are spent with me. You know you’re going to back out of whatever you were doing tonight. Go ahead, unbutton your pants, addict because you know Saturdays are for stroking.