Face Fuck Book # 47--Penelope

Face Fuck Book # 47--Penelope

Penelope, (pene- loopy)
I suppose in Greek
       means "crazy for penis"
       since I don't speak
Perhaps my trans is slightly off base
But you never saw Penelope's face
It's right there on FB to see
       180 degrees
       children from several men
       married again and again
       but why do the men pledge
       and then hedge
It must be like Vegas in her casino
       they place their bet and run like heck
A beauty, she wasn't
       the sex appeal of a dowdy librarian
Not to cast aspersions on those
       who service books ala libertarian
I once met one who had the looks
       of a sad eyed movie star
On a good night, she went quite far
Leaving me tied up in her bed
While she serviced another instead
       I suppose he had "a late return"
But back to Penelope, what was her vice?
       perhaps it was, well
       she seemed so nice
To me, to you, to every one
       yet, when the fucking was done
       Splitsville
Maybe she had bad breath  
Leprosy?
 I can't for the life of me recall to tell
        was it bad pussy smell?
That will chase the mates away
      but I would have picked that up as well
      my nose is sensitive as my cock
Help me, I don't know where
       to place the tail on the donkey?
       maybe it's a zonkey?
How does a pitch hitter feel
       without a chance to bat?
A substitute pitcher called in
       to save the game
       somehow misses his chance for fame
To conclude, I will relate
       that on our date
She asked that we return by 10
       when
            I would  have expected
            we might have gone beyond
            a dinner and a date
            to things best left to fate
I did persist, we'd started to kiss
       my fingers traced her curly down
Her face was red
       her breath was rapid
Her panties moist and sapid
       when by choice
       she said simply
              "Your time is up,"
              Erection and all
              she lit the hall light
              I could not fight
 She pushed me out the door hard
I climbed down the stairs
       into the court yard
Lit a cig  
       let my simmering blood cool down
       my cock, a  peg
       had grown full round  
When to the left a burly guy approached
       "You must be her 8 o'clock"
The stranger said
        as he climbed the stairs
"What?" I exclaimed
        but too late, he was gone
        followed by laughter and darkness
When I asked the next day
Why didn't she stay?
"Well I couldn't," she related
"I had another date
But I must thank you
For getting my engine running to zoom
Otherwise
       I wouldn't have let him examine
       my rare book room
If you know what I mean?" and she winked
       And I died a little at that moment...