Young French mothers, their children in crêches,
Bathe, shave, powder, perfume their fleshes,
And have liaisons
In hôtels or maisons,
Which wild appetite each fuck refreshes!
Tag: liaison
Well-come
He said “There, that’s not half bad, now, is it?”
She sighed “No, by God, it’s exquisite!
I just about died
When you pushed it inside!
I’m so glad, now, I dropped by to visit!”