04-02-2012, 10:24 AM
Vegas was great.
I went there as Roy Hobbs;
I came back as Veronique.
"My Girlfriend Jo"
Some girls bluster and tell their tales--
still others brood unseen behind a mask.
To guess the color of their underwear's
an uphill task.
This latter case befits my girl friend Jo,
a portrait of loveliness from head-to-toe.
In time, I learned her modesty belied
a tendency to love being tied.
My own predation stationed me on knees.
I came to love her forest for the trees.
Her kinks ran to bliss and pain. How I cried
when Jekyll set to birching Misses Hyde.
With strokes more liberal than fuddy-duddy,
she left my cheeks -all four- a crimson ruddy.
The 'neophyte' had been a subterfuge.
Bloodlust lurked-- beneath that dab of rouge!
v
I went there as Roy Hobbs;
I came back as Veronique.
"My Girlfriend Jo"
Some girls bluster and tell their tales--
still others brood unseen behind a mask.
To guess the color of their underwear's
an uphill task.
This latter case befits my girl friend Jo,
a portrait of loveliness from head-to-toe.
In time, I learned her modesty belied
a tendency to love being tied.
My own predation stationed me on knees.
I came to love her forest for the trees.
Her kinks ran to bliss and pain. How I cried
when Jekyll set to birching Misses Hyde.
With strokes more liberal than fuddy-duddy,
she left my cheeks -all four- a crimson ruddy.
The 'neophyte' had been a subterfuge.
Bloodlust lurked-- beneath that dab of rouge!
v