Hobbs now Veronique

[Leanne]

First run through:

Some girls bluster and tell their sordid 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 goddess, pure and sweet from head-to-toe.
In time, I learned her modesty belied
an underlying longing to be tied.

My own predation set me on knees.
I came to love her forest for the trees.
Her kinks were bliss and pain. Oh, 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.
Such bloodlust lurked beneath that dab of rouge!