Sliding over, he pressed himself nearer,
His sordid intentions now clearer;
Lascivious play!
To, in fact, have his way!
To which end, she’d been plied with madeira!
Tag: madeira
Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!