My mind made mad as I watched and prayed
Her transparent short gown screaming ready to be laid
It was close to the original sin.
Sweats so thick, the music all men would choose to listen
Her hands on my hairy chest with moans so displayed
Stolen kisses inevitable with more moans ‘stained
There was no going back, her twin melons claimed all in.
A grip of my keister
The wildness in her eyes, a suspect
Evident that she wanted more than heavy petting and fondling.
Innocent me clearly scared of that encounter
A rabbit hunt in my underpants, a sacral fellatio from an expert
Her conduct matured for the cookie, with lack of balls I sort to running.