Romance

There was a young maid who wanted romance
Who went into a bar and made an advance
The stud looked into her eyes and saw his chance
Then he sped her home to give her romance

The shy maid went to his room in a lover’s trance
He undid a proud pair then he dropped her pants
He laid her back as they join together in the passion dance
She whooped and purred , “God give me more romance”

So he gave the maid her wish and she took a little bit more
Then he laid her back for more love and another score
The maid was disheveled, but her chastity squeezed his lance
All the night over he gave her lusty love and romance

As the dawn came she cried “Good sir I am undone”
“I wanted romance and you gave me your gun”
“Ah sweet maid” he cried as he held his ready lance
“You now know of his fame, and his name is ‘romance’

With that he gave the maid another invitation to romance
As she wiggled and cried ‘Tell romance to advance”
He gave her stroke after stroke. She invited romance to stay
Now between her legs she wants romance night and day