The Salesman

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The Salesman

A young widow sitting at breakfast,
Just sipping her tea.
When suddenly the doorbell rings.
So she gets up to see.
Opens the door and looks out,
Outside where he stood,
A tall dark handsome stranger,
Who to her was lookin real good.


With a million dollar smile,
He said how are you today ?
She didn't have the courage,
To reply, let's you and I go play.
Madam if you got some time,
I'd like to show you my wares.
But all she could envision,
Was her running her fingers through his hair.

She opened the door wider,
So that he could pass,
As he did she checked his form,
From his head down to his ass.
She shut the door, said follow me
As she swayed her hips provocatively,
He checked out her great legs,
And her tight skirt wondering what was underneath.

She led him through a hallway,
Into the living room,
All the time wondering,
Will he be inside me soon ?
She sat down in her rocking chair,
And crossed her legs real slow,
Hoping he might try to spy,
And see what she had below.

He opened up his suit case,
Showed her some stockings and knee-socks.
But all the time she wondered,
Will I ever ride his cock?
He showed her this, he showed her that,
He showed her what she could buy,
As every minute passed away,
Her skirt rose higher, and he saw more thigh.

He began to get the feeling,
That there would be no sale.
That she was after a hot dick,
And maybe some tail.
He wasn't really certain,
But he wanted to be sure.
He said that he was leaving,
She begged, No, please show me more.

With that look, he swooped her up,
And placed her on a couch so soft.
He got no ressistance,
As he unbuttoned her blouse and took her brassiere off.
He kissed her passionately,
As thier tongues embraced in a dance.
His hand was feeling up her ass,
And soon was inside her pants.

He kissed her neck, he kissed her chest,
He began to suck a tit.
While his two fingers inside her,
Were toying with her clit.
He kept finger-fucking her,
Until she was real wet.
Then his mouth and tongue found her cunt,
As he licked and sucked all that he could get.

After about an hour,
She decided she wanted more,
She told him to get off the couch
And lay down on the floor.
After he did she found his cock,
And licked it and saw it rise.
And pushed her pussy down on it,
After having spread her thighs.

She rocked back and forth,
Much to her delight,
Running her hands across his chest,
Now that everything was right.
She let him have his way with her,
And after a little while,
He got her kneeling on all fours,
And did it doggie-style.

This went on for hours,
As many positions they did try,
They were eating out each other,
As the last hour went by.
He asked for one more favor,
And it would be the last,
For him she would do anything,
So she let him fuck her in the ass.

He said he would come back someday,
That's one thing he knew for sure,
As he left with an empty suitcase.
And walked out of her door.
She didn't care about the money,
Or the new stuff she just bought.
She was amazed at what just happened,
And that it could be better than she thought.

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twelveoonetwelveooneover 16 years ago
To be honest

you lost me on the first Stanza, nothing of interest, the first lnne of the second stanza, cliched it. The 75 is because I didn't read the rest of it.

lorencinolorencinoover 16 years ago
Scoring

Well the writer has obviously put in a lot of work to create this versey, songy thingy, and one has to appreciate the effort, but it remains so predictable and thus boring that I really struggled to finish it. My score is purely for the effort and not for the result. The result needs more feeling.

AmyfriendAmyfriendover 16 years ago
Although I agree

with the previous comments, the story (poem) was interesting and I think for a first submission it deserved a little better score.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 16 years ago
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Your rhymes seem to be rather forced in to fit and the line lengths are all over the place.

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