Mama Wouldn't Approve

I am too old for a spanking,
and for him I’ve got a hankering:
Well-behaved girls go unheard.
Bend me over your knee, I say,
and I shall be evermore the tart.

With him, for now, I shall lay,
and pollute the air with my words:
Soap up my mouth, if you must,
but there’s an art to tits and bed.
There’s a way that must be had
with the bad and worst of men.

I’ve desired since the first,
and teased with legs and bust:
I never minded the reaction,
but it brought you to fidget.
I’ve been a tramp, lady of lust,
and this has fed your disgust.

I really don’t give a damn,
for I shine under his streetlamp:
A halo of light on his corner,
and naked in my go-go boots.
You taught me the rules of virtue;
How I disregard your careful cue.

I prefer to be damp over dry,
and there’s nothing you can do:
His tongue is teasing my thigh,
and his cock drips from the eye.
He’s mine and in between my legs,
his desire spilling into my eggs.

What do you say to that?
I’d love to sit and chew the fat,
but I am expected elsewhere.
He’s waiting for your daughter,
and I am craving the slaughter.