"Lulu la Pompier" story poem

“Lulu la Pompier”

“Lulu la Pompier”, aka “the flute player”
Had a body that one would slay fer
I spent many an evening a fucking sire
When I had the money to hire
Sweet Lulu when we both were young
But time has climbed the ladder’s rung
As she went on to other fun
Became an accomplished actress porno
With an avalanche of hair that fell below
And parted on two tits of steel
One never asks if they are real
A cascade of blond hair down to her waist
That swished as she danced in place
Revealing her waist as an hour glass
A dividing line between tits and ass
She preformed live sex in Amsterdam
On a table top in Siam
Shooting ping-pong balls out of her cunt
A common Thailand nightclub stunt
At age forty-two
She’d returned to Paris Blue
Doing films as a masseuse
Jerking cocks and balls hanging loose
Acted in the porno movie “Club Go-Go”
Behind the bar she knelt to blow
Pierre whose cock measured twenty-eight
Centimeters whom she’d fellate
When fully primed he’d tap her head
She’d pull back and splat instead
A half-pint of gizz
On her face would fizz
Staring out through a sea of cum
The world looked new and white and fun
Lulu smiled as the cum dripped in her mouth
She thought of the beaches in Cannes south
How she walked the streets at night
Cruising tricks under hotel lights
Then climbing up long hotel stairs
While her clients would grab her derriere
Into the dimly lit hotel bath room
She’d wash his cock before she’d croon
An old love song as she’d undressed
Hanging her clothes so they’d stay pressed
Rolling the condom on the guy
Who prefered bareback and would try
She’d bed herself and lie
Still, as the sweat would fly
Off the brow of her client
Until his cock would flex unbent…

“Action” shouted the cameraman
Back to work, the past dissolved
The present had cum, they wiped her face
She smiled again, she loved this place
Where she would do on public screens
All she’d done in private scenes
At the base of her persona
She was an exhibitionist all alone a
Fuck did not excite her unless
There was an audience to witness
To watch and admire her penetration
By cocks and tongues in libation
To titillate and drool
As she absorbed the largest tool
Suck and fuck, it was her rule
She had a little move that earned repute
She finished fellation with the cock as a flute
It was her little patented number, we assume
The “flute player” was her num de plume
And she’d catch all the cum
In her right palm and thumb
And slap it on her face or whiz
Between her legs this porno gizz
The audience in theater or home
Would shout
As they rubbed another out
Until they too were all too wet
To answer on their cell phone set
Without voiding the warran-tie
That required keeping the cell phone dry

Lulu, “the flute player” was last seen on a plane to Abu Dhabi
They say Royal Prince Akmed Alli
Savors her oral delight
Each evening very late at night
Lulu plays his flute with much saliva
They say it’s she who keeps him alive a
Single fear still persists in time
As the Prince is seventy-nine
If he dies before the concert’s finali
They’ll find Lulu guilty of death by salami
Or what ever they call sucking cock
Out on the desert where doors stay locked
Let’s say a prayer for the Prince’s longevity
Life is lived most in moments of brevity
Pray for the judges who will adjudicate
And hope the judges will appreciate
Giving her a chance to demonstrate
Before deciding dear Lulu’s fate
I for one will always root
For my old flame Lulu’s debut
Who plays so well the old skin flute
I hope some day to experience a symphony
After which I’ll probably have to pee