Tramp on Your Porch

I gently touched your arm,
assuring you that, though I tease,
that I meant no harm.
While we sat on your porch steps,
I leaned back, resting on my palms.
“I know how to please,”
I mentioned, and I let your eyes rest on my body.
The way my tiny shorts hugged my bottom and my hips,
you thought of what was hidden between my thighs.
You looked back at me
and leaned in, cupping my tits,
your mouth making love to my lips.
You moaned into my mouth
on the steps of your home.

I eagerly undid your tie
and took off the slacks the wife had ironed.
I peeled my top off and couldn’t help but sigh.
Everything that made you a man
was so big, and was enthused to get it in between my legs.
I slipped off my shorts and in your slipped your cock,
slimy and gooey with your excitement.
I laid back on the wood
and I spread my legs good.
You showed me what a grown man can do.
A man of sixty-two.
You humped into my body
that was one year short of twenty-two.
You knew how to help a girl out
when she has that horny pout.
Your bare meat pumped out a warm load,
I moaned and said,
“Late tonight, you come see me up the road.
I’ll make sure my daddy won’t know.”