The Foxy Escort With Her Date
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
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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