Once Cum A Whore

I recall an old whore who once told me
Now don’t let it go to your head
But has anyone ever mentioned
That you are just brilliant in bed?

I looked at her face, which was painted
With powder and rouge and lipstick
At her lips that were suitably rounded
And clamped limpet-like on my dick

And I thought on her words rather deeply
As I tweaked her left nipple and said
Why thank you my dear and I’ll say this
That you do give fucking good head

A compliment goes down as a favor
And her suction increased by a pound
As my hand contemplated her buttocks
So firm and so perfectly round

And I considered myself of good fortune
As my forefinger slipped into her arse
I was blessed, so I guessed by the good lord
To find such a lady of class

Now I wanted to fuck her ‘till morning
Or at least ‘till the cockerel calls
For I had stored up so much seamen
That it had over inflated my balls

And I knew that come morning, come trouble
For love me, she did only for pay
And before she found out that my Visa card bounced
I should be some ten miles away!

RogTom
© 2005