Without A Trace

AN OLDIE BUT A HOTTIE!

These are my days

Walk to the store

About a mile away

Walk to Mickey Dees

I play along the way

Break into a jog

Wave at a nice dog

Upon my return

My imagination burns

I catch a steady pace

A drop of sweat

drips from my face

Runs between my breasts

And here I am

Without a Trace.