That mighty powerful tool
I was looking for a thrill
It was hard and felt so cool
It was pounding and thrusting
Going in and out
And a little adjusting
“Fuck,” I did shout
I held that mighty handle
Not too tight or too loose
It was fatter than a candle
And full of powerful juice
Ohh I felt like a goddess
In command of this tool
In my short skirt I looked hottest
Standing up on the stool
Just then you came in the room
Looked at me with delight
“You’re playing with whom?”
“It’s your power tool, my knight.”
In my hand I held that drill
The one to make a hole
But now I wanted you to fill
And use your mighty pole
Soon I forgot my task to hang
That picture on the wall
It’s my knight I want to bang
And feel his heavy ball
So you walked over and gave me a kiss
Sweet and loving on my lips
I know soon we will be in bliss
With your large hands on my hips
Now here on the stool
Our loving begins
He expertly guides his tool
My body against the wall he pins
Now he’s pounding and thrusting
Going in and out
No need for adjusting
But “Ohhh gawd,” I did shout
So Sassy the tool girl
I was today
My knight left his creamy pearl
And once again we did play
