A Peacock's Tale

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A story about a woman cleverly putting a man in his place
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A door ajar, a secret inside?
"He thinks he's so good, now just what does he hide?"

But her heart skips a beat, the contrary young stud,
was not down the deli, or funding the pub.

The room is not empty, he's there on the bed,
quite naked and not simply resting his head.

Embarrassing? Yes, now how not to loose face?
She thinks: get in first and keep him in his place........

"Your cock," she said as she looked askance,
"is such a lovely tidy lance.

"I love the way, when the hood is pulled down,
that the head is as smooth as a satin gown."

As she sat on the bed, caressing his ego,
he jumped to conclusions aplenty (all wrong though)...

"The bulging veins, as they curl around,
make me think of a vine, or a serpent wound.

"Clasping tight the throbbing dome,
forcing it up with a will of its own.

"Feeding your mind with a potion so potent,
making you dream of its use every moment.

"Seeing all women, be they young, be they old,
As another warm body whose flesh you can hold.

"Whose warm liquid loins you can gently invade,
'till the serpent is sated, it's conquest is made.

"It's venom disgorged in a thick sticky trail,
the serpent retreats, it swallows it's tail.

"And circle complete it lies dormant until,
the next woman stirs you to do as you will.

"To satisfy once and for all the mute beast,
which lies 'tween your thighs in a moment of rest.

"But no. Here it comes, it is raising it's head,

your mind fills with visions of bodies in bed.

"Of groaning and panting, and sins to repent;
another warm body is fed to the serpent."

Now she ceased her flirtation, it was time to take leave,
although first some home truths she would skilfully weave.

"But look dear, for all of those wicked old thoughts,
your bedroom is empty, no woman there walks.

"The vivid moist scenes of the conquest and fight,
You cannot make real, try as you might.

"No woman lay gasping for you fondly to thank her,
you lay all alone........ a sad lonely wanker."

The door made a soft but resounding 'cerlick'
as she slipped out and left him........... alone with his dick.

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