Of Pure Black Lace

As soon as I got off work, I went over

To this one penthouse apartment where I saw her

Standing with her long blonde hair down in place

And wearing a bathrobe made out of pure black lace

Before I cleared my throat and said, "Hello, Mrs. Clover."

That was when she removed the robe so I could see

The robustness of the woman standing naked before me

And looking at the bulge in my pants while licking her lips

Which made me get naked and grab her by the hips

Before she said, "Yes! Do it! Go ahead and fuck me!"

That was before I heard her say words that were so crass

While I was touching her tits and fucking her in the ass

Until she made me stop in time to roll that bitch over

And start fucking that soaking wet pussy for her

Until my dick was no longer like it was made out of brass.

Then, after a moment of uninterrupted slumber,

She looked at the watch that was still on her

Wrist and said, "We better get up. Our kids would be

Home from school soon and happy to see

Us before going to camp for the entire summer."