What a Woman Wants
by Jonathan Eddington
He was prim, he was proper, he was awfully nice,
When she came up to a door he'd hold it open in a trice,
He'd buy her chocolates get her flowers send her lovey dovey cards,
But what she liked the most was how he'd fuck her good and hard,
Then take her back up to his flat, where he'd wildly sixty nine her,
He'd make her gasp, make her shout, make her writhe and thrash about,
And with his fingers and his tongue, he would leave her in no doubt,
"Now I don't want it slow and sensual" she would tell her closest friend,
"Having sex with him like that, it would drive me round the bend,
For what I want and what he gives," she so very boldly said,
"Is a gentleman in public but a beast in the bed!"
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