Mistress

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    Mistress

    It's Midnight when the phone rings,
    I hear your voice, my heart sings

    You ask if I was ready for more,
    I said daddy I'm already at the door

    In minutes we undress,
    again, I get to feel your tender caress

    Our love making last well over an hour,
    causing the lust I felt to gain more power

    In your arms, I enjoy you as much as I can,
    wondering if I'll have you in the morning til ten

    Now it's morning, back to real life,
    quickly you dress to head home to your wife

    Before leaving you gently give me a kiss,
    with chocolate lips gauranted to miss

    But, when your satisfied and done,
    you leave at the speeed of a bullet leaving it's gun!!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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