The Hallmark Quickie

Our lips met in a blue alcohol blaze
and the bartender suggested, “Get a room. Change your ways.”
So we rushed from the bar leaving other couples trampled
to tryst in the parking lot (couldn’t get to the car).
Fuddled minds seem to think, subtract thirty people
three walls and one prude
add fifteen cars, It’s time to get nude!

I lifted her skirt emboldened by scotch.
and found pantyhose with a reinforced crotch.
But what’s made by Man may be unmade by me.
With a rip, an entrance to a hole much sweeter.
I turned her around to admire her globes
She bent at the waist and I gave each a smack
The foreplay completed, I sought out her crack.

Flesh slapping flesh drew eyes from the dumpster.
Tiny whiskers atwitter each time I humped her
Unnoticed they watched and washed filthy faces
then returned to their meal of free beer and bar food.
Round the corner drove a pickup maybe a Dodge.
But Mary and I, we continued to fuck
What could I do? Waddle away like a duck?

I must say that Mary was a hell of a dame
She kept her hips pumping until we both came.
The folks in the Dodge applauded and honked
while I did my best Bogey and lit up two smokes.
Some might have hidden their faces in shame,
but since that night when we stood our ground
Mary and I haven’t paid for a round.

I’ve mended my ways, now that I’m grown.
When I’m by the dumpster, I only get blown.