Lady Helen
Lady Helen
Yes I was on a train you see,
Talking to an old traveler on the train,
A blond lady came aboard sweetly,
Old fellow said “it might rain,”
So muggins me I said “I’d try,”
To catch this pretty lass,
“No chance” said the old timer,
So Johnson had no chance?
So I sat beside her and we talked,
Helen was going to the city,
She had broke up with her boyfriend,
I was sympathetic, and half of witty,
So like in the movies, I flopped my head,
Upon her ample lap,
She didn’t toss me off, instead,
Said come to my sleeper, perhaps,
Slightly shocked, I did as I was asked,
In her sleeper we kissed, and sensual laughed,
Her lovely shape did not escape ,
the burning fever mine,
we made sweet loving all the night,
till the sun to heaven climbed.
But then I lost her phone number?
Don Johnson 23-sep-11
nette onclaud
Contest Name SOFT SENSUALITY
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