Doris
She's always ready
heels are low
Keeps things hot
Paints her toes
Think she likes me
told me so
Said she'd break
if I go
Here to please
won't say no
Obeys my orders
fast or slow
Give her money
when I'm through
Yes she earned it
that's not new
Some they see her
look with scorn
Messed up hair
stockings torn
Most don't care
just ignore us
As I pay
waitress Doris
Copyright © Solo Iq | Year Posted 2011
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