Payday

'Twas on 31st of May.
In the company I worked for ’twas the great payday;
My salary still hot I felt confident enough to meet a woman and have a say,
So I took my car and rolled downtown where I could find a lay.
I drove on Thighland Street, ahead of which there was a hotel,
Behind which, in an unlit alleyway, stood a motel;
And a little bit further down, a brothel.

The girl was sitting sprawled at the door;
She had no panties and her posture concealed nothing more.
Her lips were parted, sucking seductively at her index finger;
Her right hand dropped to her nipples where it stopped to linger.
The way she spread her legs made my little freak start to giggle,
And I prayed to God that the monster would not start to dribble.
My blood began to sizzle.

I stopped the car and got out to ask her her name;
She said that for a girl like her that was a question too lame.
She asked me if I’d come for a conversation.
I said that if we were going to fuck my energy needed conservation.
She took my hand and sweetly asked me to state my main issue;
I knew what she meant so I said I wanted her to blow my brain tissue.
She smiled and said she could do it till I screamed, “Hail Vishnu!”

She led me to her room towards the back,
Where more naked girls stood in a pack,
Displaying their merchandise in the best way they knew how;
It was a scene too erotic and explosive, I said wow!
In her room I grabbed her from behind and reached for her pussy;
It felt warm and healing like lying in a Jacuzzi.
Towards the end she screamed that her name was Lucy;
I couldn’t bet on it though ’cause by then I was feeling woozy.

Afterwards, I told her that I felt as if my freak had had a sprain;
She said that she felt as if she had been run over by a train.
She told me that she knew a dude whose penis had a tumor.
I laughed and asked her if that was her sense of humor.
She said that the dude’s name was Caspar;
He once tried to fuck her but he could not go as far;
She added that I and he could never be at par.