Face Fuck Book #144—Rouge Gorge

Face Fuck Book #144—Rouge Gorge

Take a look, in dear Face Book
I used to see Rouge in the market place
Not so young, a familiar face
Two large cantaloupe tits, a narrow waist
I would have fucked her any place
We were seated at the coffee bar
I'd admired her figure from afar
When she turned to me," Don't I know you?"
I explained,"I see you in the market
 (like I'm going to forget those tits)
Tell me your name?"
"Rouge Gorge"
obviously a Frenchi
We talked for an hour
I wasn't surprised
She was a Playmate, 1992
Now a little bit riper
What can we do?
Time is a viper
A model of fame so brief, ouch
Swept from couch to couch
Acquired a variety of STD's
Never the fame she believed
       she was destined for
Life ground her up upon the floor
Chewed up her betters
Never told, she was a bed wetter
When the couch has vetted
       it drips its sad regrets
       for her and other pets
       or so she said
We retired as I carried her grocery shopping
French bread, butter, marmalade topping
She poured me a glass of single malt
"Let see if you can find a fault?"
She striped nude, as I did too
I must confess her tits were a hue
Of rosy flesh with nips that project
Of course I was instantly erect
Intrigued by the heart shaped birth mark
On her left breast, "bit by a shark"
she said,"How do I look for an older babe?"
I kissed her lips and gave
A performance of a lifetime
I was pleased to see
She concurred and came with me
Twice before we tired
       and became unwired
I never asked about Heff
Or the life she led before she wed
And divorced of course
       that famous Footballer
       who turned out gay
       not uncommon today
After all, for guys like me
It narrows the odds of finding
A playmate so defining
Her one fault, I never mentioned
Her uterus was retrovert
There is a knack to fucking without hurt
I knew from experience past
How to please and last
A gal that's one in a thousand or more
With several pillows on the floor
An entry from behind with class
That included hands clasped
       on her gorgeous ass
       and then on her very large breasts
I squeezed her nips gently to guess
If she still had any sensation erotic
As plastic tits are episodic
With loss of sensation the price of fame
For this we must the surgeon blame
"The left, yeah, that's the one,"
       she whispered
       and then she came again
Her knees buckled as we both chuckled
"Younger girls have nothing on you"
She reached for my erection
"and younger guys have nothing on you!"
"That's nice of you to say,
       but only one of us is growing older,
       and it's not you!"