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The Foxy Escort With Her Date


He drank his wine, 

savoring it just fine.

His spirits a lift

now he opened his gift

Out jumped a foxy dame

ready for his game

Are you ready for bondage

my little young hostage

Ties and whips

Hot wax and clips

Her young face turned red

not knowing what was ahead

Escort service said it was dinner,

not be a hoar and a sinner

I'm a student at night school

not your playmate and fool

I sorry, I rain on your parade

and can't play your charade

I must go right now

not be herded like a cow

Forget the bells and whistles

then, just soft land on my missile

Sir I'm not that type of gal

that sleeps with any kind of pal

Please take your rocket

and deep pockets ...

To my pent house room

with your flaming fumes

And there's your desire

waiting for your heart's a fire

Huh? Why did you play your game

to light my flame

Huh? Did you whet my appetite

for a long rough night

My dear, you're a good tease

I hope you please

Sir I hope you back the talk

with your walk

It's going to be rough,

let me tell you, and with handcuffs

and Hot wax 

To the max

Sir I hope you back the talk

with your walk

I roll my eyes

to you, I despise

Sir take these pills

To give yourself  more of a trill

You'll need it, to keep up

with this young pup

Again, Sir please don't disappoint me

with your church key

Or your mama's boy

with toys

Oh baby you're good

This is what the doctor ordered

Babe what's your name

Paris Pachecho


connie pachecho

1/06/17

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