A dozen February Fripperies

A lovely high-class harlot 
Is much better rhan the varlet 
Who'd enjoy her! 
Lingerie on this starlet, 
On stage, should be starlit 
So, you'll deploy her! 

If you stink on the hour 
You can always take a shower 
As I kneel happy at your feet!
Since you know your luck's in 
There will follow lots of suckin' 
As you gift me a love(r)ly cum treat!

Yum! Yum! Yum! They say and then they cum! 
They will have a lot of fun and decide that it's not dumb 
To admire the desire of which they never tire: 
And climb on my high wire until they kindly sire, 
A lovely progeny who'll be nice and sweet 
Who will become a Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum! Treat...

I may have to think of the hurt
Before you remove top and skirt;
Will it be a cruise,
As you bring out each bruise,
And spank bum and titties so pert?

The highest-class harlot is one
Who loves bedtime jumping. The fun
Of the panting
And a soirée's romancing
Can never be quite underdone

I have gathered the girls who I know:
Each one's ready to have a go
To help your needs be met,
And none will forget
To suck you until you just blow

He found me - well, what a surprise!
Just look at the shock in my eyes,
When his palm's on my mouth
And, much further south,
Soggying my bottom and thighs...

I wonder - should I tease your urge?
And wiggle and roll as you surge
Against the tight crack,
Beneath my lower back,
That you'd like to fill and then purge?

Today, monsieur, you are in luck
There's a brown, sugar mouth that will fuck
Your erect, white prick,
Be it ever so thick,
And she will not stop - she's your slut

A moor over a maiden, sounds like Othello -
A maiden under two moors sounds like me

You English with your bats and balls!
And books full of such crazy rules!
You can read while I stroke
Each naughty bloke
To re-energise your English tools

I fear you have too many friends
And the line of them just never ends
But they just do not last,
Though each one is a blast,
While the taste is a curious blend