You're a Good Man, Stranger

Some man I knew, he invited me inside.
I took a seat in his armchair,
and looked his way.
"I have a favor to ask," he said,
and stroked his hair. "Honey will you stay?"
I thought about it none
and followed him up the stairs.

I saw his eyes stare -
the way my dress clung to my hips
the way my breasts pointed from my chest
the way my legs were much too bare.

Hurriedly the clothes were shed,
and just as hurriedly we crawled into bed.
He was above me
and sweat dripped from his forehead
and from his hairy chest.
He gave it to me
and my tits jostled as he pounded.
Moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room
and dirty talk sounded.