Dublin Doubt

I was a young man
She a Dublin hotel maid
Curious
She’d come to clean my room,
Always entered without knocking
I laid nude in bed
My cock purposefully unfurled
She burst in as usual
Oh, she was excited by what she saw
Couldn't take her eyes off it
We made a date for that evening

After we'd eaten and drunk
She had a Baby Champ or two
Funny name for a poor drink
We took a bus on the cool wet evening
laughing and smiling
The other passengers eyed us
We must have looked like wet sex
We got off at the park where
it was forbidden after ten
It was 9:30, we strolled in
We laid on the moist earth
My coat under her

I reached under her skirt
Tried to pull down the undergarments
What the hell, a girdle?
I placed my sweet cock inside with difficulty
Inserted between her hot flesh and the elastic
Nothing was going to stop me
Did I wear a condom?
I don't think so, it was so long ago
When we were finished we walked
back to the hotel

She burst out crying
"You'll think the worst of me now"
"No, you gave me something precious,
Dry your tears"
I kissed her on the cheek
In the morning I left
Never to return
My life had yet to run

So when you ask me if I had more than one child
I honestly don't know
I haven't thought of her often,
But sometimes, like today I wonder
if my seed did quicken in that distant land

It wasn't love, it was fierce passion
There was something overtly sexual about
her face, her breasts, her tarty eyes
that fluttered like a hummingbird
Her mouth opened for that final kiss
as we both came
and then hurried away forever