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Click here“No fair no fair,”
She said,
“You’re just the perfect size!”
“No fair no fair,”
She sung,
As to the floor her clothes were flung.
“No fair no fair,”
She chimed,
“Just one more time?”
“No fair no fair,”
She lipped,
As she thrusted with her hips.
“No fair no fair,”
She swooned,
“You are so totally awesomely cool.”
“No fair no fair,”
She played,
How I had made her day.
“No fair no fair,”
She stayed,
“Is that really your age?”
“No fair no fair,”
She reasoned,
She is falling for a man of seasons.
“No fair no fair,”
She spied,
“I’ve never caught you in a lie.”
“No fair no fair,”
She cooed,
That I was to built to be true.
“No fair no fair,”
She happily sang,
“You don’t play no video games!”
“No fair no fair.”
She lovingly clung,
Until her passions were all undone.
“No fair no fair,”
She cried,
“You’re just an old guy!”
“No fair no fair,”
She yawned,
About my neck her long slender arms donned,
I carried her to bed with a kiss goodnight,
The poor beautiful girl exhausted and satisfied,
She slept through the dark by my side,
With sleepy words from her cygnet neck,
“I love you, I love you I do,”
In softly snoring sounds of contentment.
An older poet and his wicked pen. I love it, to the point in poetical prose,
An older lover, my mother's worse dream :) S.A.