She expertly fits
A balloon.
Sits. Wriggles hips.
And soon
His fun
Is done.
She is his confessional
And as a professional
Listens for a while.
Then, with a smile,
“Darling that was fun.
Now I must run”.
She expertly fits
A balloon.
Sits. Wriggles hips.
And soon
His fun
Is done.
She is his confessional
And as a professional
Listens for a while.
Then, with a smile,
“Darling that was fun.
Now I must run”.
She does what she has to do
Sees it through
Provides a semblance of love
Wraps him in her hug.
Her thoughts far away
Tonight she must stay
Its all for the pay
Wishes herself far away.
Likes the money and clothes, not the sex, god know!