Never & Ever

(Sylvia DePlace’ -1974)

Summer time, Paris town,
hardly anyone around
I sought to conquer sin
rather than self servic’en
I’ve always prefer to put it in
I spied in zebra garb
a dame so haut and fine
reminded me of someone
who once I thought was mine

She looked to be some thirty years
no more than thirty three
she took me to her hotel room
me thinks it was 4G
She washed me and caressed me
I passed the cock inspection
she rolled the condom on my stiff dick
without any hesitation

“How old a man are you Daddy?”
She inquired of me
“Your mother said I’d not live to see
my daughter naked aside me”

She laughed and quit her questioning
she posed upon the bed
sat up and sucked my cock
so marvelous at giving head
“It’s possible we are related,”
I joked, “your mum blew me often
tiI I was completely satiated”

She laughed and smiled,
her long legs well spread
laid back in missionary style,
I entered and fucked her for a long while
Then her long limbs encircled me
Her breathing grew more rapid
A sound like a faint siren filled the room
Her composure was hardly vapid

“Oh my God,” she cried,
You made me cum so good
Oh Daddy dear it seems your cock
is stiff as stone or wood
It’s rare that this happens,
not even once a year
Thank you dearest Daddy,
you’ve brought me such good cheer”

“You’re welcome dear sweet child
it certainly has been a while
since your mum and I did the dirty
and now we two have done the same
and you are nearly thirty?
“Twenty-nine,” she corrected me
but knowing how women lie
I let the question die

I dressed to leave, she zipped my fly
“You forgot to close the door dear,
What will the neighbors fear?”
I handed her a bunch of bills
She stuffed them in her bra
and then I remembered Syl

“Come again tomorrow Da
and make me see the stars”
I kissed her sweet upon the cheek
and smiled with satisfaction
“I’ll keep fucking young women”
I thought, “til they put me into traction”

Then it came to me
She looked just like her mother,
whom I used to mount
more frequently than any other
Many years back, sans condoms too
I’d made her cum more than a few
No doubt it is a sin to penetrate your daughter
but when the urge is upon a man
who doesn’t know
he may not do as he oughta

Our dear poet Anaïs Nin did the same
following this European tradition
and fucked her dad repeatedly
as if by intuition
Of course I may a’been mistaken
So I asked her when I left
“Was your mum Sylvia DePlace’?”
Her face froze as if shocked
“Yes, how did you know?
Oh my God, is your name Jock?
Jock O’Brien? In truth he was my dad.
But he perished in the 2nd War,
it made us very sad
to lose the man who made mum cum
to her t’was losing the shining sun”

“Yes, my child, Jock it is
but I did survive the blitz
and now we are reunited
What should we make of this?
She held me tight with tears of joy
“You know you were Mum’s favorite boy
Whenever you visit Pari be sure to enter here
the love making of a father and daughter
will keep our relation clear”

I visit her one time a year,
we eat and drink and fuck
I fear that I’ll go straight t’ hell
but then that is the luck
This situation comes from loving whores
it’s common during and after wars
but something good came from my endeavor
I’ve found a daughter never and ever