The Lady Prefers .

subtitled The Lady Prefers,Confused Counterpoint.

A dawn might bring in breaking,
Hints, and once so secret facts,
Its growing light may whisper ever louder,
Of how a Lady prefers to act.

She was formed in gentle presence,
Lithe, yet superbly curved,
Her hair carried scented essence,
Her beauty, praise deserved.

Brief she held her secret,
Whilst being worshipped head foot,
‘I love your ways’, she whispered,
‘but for god’s sake, use me like a slut’.

My smile, bare seen, escaped her,
As I rolled her on her face,
Her legs , my knees , wide spreading,
As we welcomed a new and heady pace.

From that moment onwards,
She revelled in such stuff,
As submissive dreams might be made of,
For that Lady loved it rough.

She craved hands demanding from her,
Gripping hair each side of her head,
She loved to kneel before me ,
My cock awaiting that bobbing head.

She would gasp as lips were parted,
She would mewl when hair met lips,
She moaned as she lay plundered,
While I fucked those pressing tits.

She loved to dress for dinner,
She preferred so classy a look,
She enjoyed dressing for occasion,
She lived to dress to fuck.

Her appetites were eager,
To take and tease and taste,
He body loved the proof of passion,
Shed on ass, belly, tits and face.

Her adventures knew no limit,
This Lady with undoubted class,
When, a bitch in heat, kneeling,
She asked to take it in her ass.

Gone but, not forgotten,
She shall be Recalled down all my days,
That depraved, slutlike, sweet demon,
My Dark Angel , so worth all praise.

Through years of manic living,
Through decades lived to fuck,
None I knew were more giving,
None a better Lady Fuck’n’suck.

Some may have been her equal,
Some might, in some ways, even surpass
That devil may care free spirit,
Always young my darlin lass.

And now we exchange emails,
We laugh, and speak openly of love,
For friendship grew from such fucking,
And will outlast heaven above.

I can still see her kneeling sweetly,
Hear her breathy gasp,
Feel the firm resistance,
As she finally achieved a deflowered ass.

Live long, and well, Lady Wild One,
Live hard I know you will,
And god bless those who fall to you,
Whom your hungers might yet kill,
For you were free just like a bushfire,
So hungry for all lust,
A Coronary might wait in ambush,
For those who meet this, rampant, Succubus.