The thought of making love leaves me feeling warm
Puts me in a mood to watch some porn
mmm........
I have to do more to satisfy this desire
Self-pleasure doesn't always out the fire!

I'll call her over
She'll know what I need
My beautiful and sensuous lover
on whose breast I want to feed

While waiting I sip on some wine
Goes down a treat and I feel fine

I hear her at the door
And rush to open it
"Bon soir mon amour
With me come and sit"

From sitting we soon lay
Down while lips, fingers and tongues play
With increasing passion our desire rises
Filling our heads with a kaleidoscope of surprises

Licking my lips I can barely see
As oceans of emotions threaten ......then drown me
Oh God, please let these feelings last
Dismissing the lonliness of my past......

Mmmm.......mmmmm..........mmmmm
She whispers in my ear, as she rises from the bed,
"Will you be paying with cash or credit card instead?"



By Phemy Williams

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Footnote:
I have never had sexual relations with a prostitute!! (Sorry to sound a bit like you Mr Clinton)
I am merely showing my versitility as a writer in this piece!