Porn Star Pastiche

She's not tall,
Not that small,
With a body second to none,
Twenty four years young and,
She wonders about her call'n.

I made love to a porno princess,
And I knew it not,
How she love to play,
"Dock your large yacht,
And please, forget me not."

Her hiding place,
From her lascivious lace,
Was a small Pacific Northwest town,
Where her exploits,
Wouldn't be found.

I made love to a porno princess,
Better said she made love to me,
I wondered how she knew so much,
How she pleased her man,
Rather than to think to much,
I just shrugged my shoulders.

She loved it when I was submissive,
And she could go and do as she wished,
She loved it when I was aggressive,
Her knees pinned against her strong shoulders,
Me riding against her breasts.

Like twin Rio de Janeiro's,
They stood on their own,
Especially when she made love to me,
Looking down from her tossed loftiness,
She would smile and say,
"Dock your long yacht, weathered sailor,
Dock your long yacht,"
How that young girl loved to play,
With her seasoned sailor.

With kisses in syncopated time.
I made love to a porno princess,
And I knew it not,
How she loved to play,
"Dock your soft yacht?
And please, forget me not."

Such experienced hips,
Such talented lips,
She swallowed,
She spit,
She loved to feel it,
Run down her young tits.

But what she loved most of all,
All said and done,
After the room filled with scents,
Of our love making,
Was to rest her beautiful,
Young face upon my chest,
And find peaceful sleep.

She would nose around in my house,
After a game of dock your yacht,
In her tanned nakedness she said,
"You have no booze in your cupboards,
No beer or wine in your fridge,
Do you have a cigarette?
Don't tell me you have no drugs?"
"Not even aspirin,"
Is all I replied.

She looked over my muscular body,
As though for the first time,
No tattoos and nothing pierced,
Did she find,
Then pressed her body against me,
With kisses sublime and said,
"I have never met a free man before."

She said she was a stewardess,
And travel much of the time,
But she never said what airline she flew,
Her words were out of syncopated rhyme.

I got a note from a dear friend,
With her words "your girlfriend"
In the note a web-site highlighted,
And there before my eyes after a click,
Was my sweet chick in a threesome?
Having sex with a younger girl,
As the boy had his way with them.

I made love to a porno princess,
And I knew it not,
How she love to play,
"Dock your large yacht,
And please, forget me not."

Weeks went bye,
And then months,
I decided to check on my lovely,
Young built dock,
On her web-site.

She had committed suicide.

She left a note to an anonymous lover,
"For the weather, seasoned sailor I love,
Thank you for your protection and sanity.
I lied to you more than cheated.
I can not hold on when I am so alone and empty."

The name of her lover still unknown.