Sousa Gets Inspiration

"Five minutes tops...
That's how long you got, Pops."
She said, droppin' her panties
In these squalid motel shanties.

Today's hot in the shade
After the Fourth of July parade,
But times are tough.
"It's twenty! Don't give me no guff."

She hikes down striped pants
And smiles at the lance
Testing the limits of silk.
"Old man, gonna deliver some milk?"

He smiles, twirls his moustache,
Gives pert breasts a quick tongue lash,
Then bends her down low
'Til her prize winks "Hello."

Her lips glisten like shined brass
He wants to plunge it in he ass,
But considering the pleasure-pain
Decides to wait for the break strain.

On the downbeat, she shouts,
"You're not like my usual louts."
With a refined beat of baton,
He grinned from the end she sat on,

And quick-marched to one-twenty.
She laughed, but not from funny,
From the pleasure, she prayed on
As the band behind played on.

Double time, her breath blew
Between her legs the hot stew
Drove a note, right and sure,
From her lungs, high and pure.

She fell upon the spread
As he zipped and left the bed,
Throwing a Jefferson to flutter
While she finished a final shudder.

Shiny shoes and gold buttons
Silver braids and graying muttons,
White gloves and and winning grin
Left the room that she stayed within.

A remembered face that she'd seen.
"Then maybe not, perhaps a dream?"
But then outside, the band, too clever
Started "The Stars and Stripes Forever."