It happened one still cold night
As I sought with all my might,
Someone to share my feelings
With no underhand dealings.
And in she came, a pretty dame
And looked at me with no false shame,
And shivered in the cold moonlight
Smiling at my obvious wonder-struck plight.
I looked in wonder and in awe
And said she belonged to the house of Shaw,
Timidly she smiled and with knowing
Asked me to reveal all my showing.
Gingerly I touched her as she sat on my bed
And caressing her lightly noted she wore red,
As my fingers touched her bare arm
I felt a shiver go through my calm.
And then she rose and with force
Pushed me down with no hint of remorse,
And standing over me, she said,
?I want to take you to bed.?
Oh boy! Oh boy! My prick stood up
No way! No way! Just shut up,
She pounced and tore and flung my things
And even threw away her mink.
She wore nothing under her coat
Looking at her I felt like a goat,
Herself in the moonlight pretty
She danced a little ditty.
With force to take my breath away
Her breasts in a jiggling sashay,
She swooped down on my face
And began a tongue-lashing race.
With passion running out wild
I rammed her - not being mild,
The rough treatment she adored
Her softness with my thingy gored.
Fast and faster, faster and fast
I could this pace could not last,
I rammed and she rammed in return
And then it was time for her turn.
She rode like riding in a derby race
My face looked like sprayed with some mace,
Her orgasm imminent that was the key.
She screamed and I came too
Such feelings are very few,
Caught in her quim my thingy did spray
We were satiated and no longer in the fray.
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