Manifest

When in Rome:

When she showed off her breasts,
He seized the day with zest, without rest.
When she slid her bejewelled hand down the front of his pants,
He started to pant like a hunting dog.
When she got on her hands and knees to be pleased,
He fucked her with dogged style,
Her buttocks jiggling like coconut jelly.
He squeezed her tits, milking her kowtow.
They made a beautiful beast with two backs together;
A hybrid, a chimera, a desert mirage.
Each thrust of lust a mallet on the palette
Of her voice's xylophone box:
First he made her murmur, second he rang out her bells,
Thirdly he made her rebellious yell.
He pulled back her black hair because life's not fair.
He pumped his fulsome seed
Into her needy, greedy cunt in lock-down.
Her oblivious husband would raise Cain
The blue eyed bastard as his own.
Thus the thirty-six year old trophy wifey
Gave her twenty-year old step-son
Another beautiful, bouncing baby brother.

Debased on a true story.