Bold as Brass

Bold as Brass some would say, 

I just know how to run my day.

First I dress up to the nines,

With silky slinky drapes of mine.

I show too much, it's true, I know,

But that is half the fun to show,

Long legs in a strapless number,

Will raise at least a few cucumbers. 

Then I search the wanting ads,

For young and able bodied lads,

To move a thing without a shirt, 

Or maybe even shovel dirt.

And when he's covered in the muck

I make him bathe, and then we fuck.

I wash him while I'm on my knees,

The rest of the day is just a breeze.

It blows around as I blow him,

And then we may just fuck again.

It all depends upon his stamina,

And how rough he's been on my vagina.

And yes I have a softer side, 

I might even enjoy a ride,

Straddling him, upon the seat,

Or nuzzling up, with his meat.

As he moans and drives along,

While the radio sings us a song.

And as the evening descends,

We watch the moon as it ascends,

And kiss each other passionate, 

And fall asleep all so content.