Matching everything: bra, knickers, and garters
She’s got the whole tea set, cream fettered scones in gardens like
Met her on Fetlife, said I have a wife, she said I’m there regardless, Mike
In the corner a gnarled trunk full of who knows what, that’s just for starters
She’s who knows whose mot and I’m with her, in his apartment
Turned his Christmas photo around, his expression made me scarlet
Dick so big she’s startled but once it’s straddled and she’s started
I find she’s quite an artist, loves it up the farter
I’m gone quicker than the new DARTs
Dong thicker with a new tart
Won’t be long in those knickers, she’s me new target
No johnnies so I’m buying them in Spar, cashier’s scarlet
Like a Pimpernel, before romping I’m limbering up
Then I’m crawling in like Splinter Cell; duck!
I’m on the settee, La Jetée on the TV screen
If I could go back in time I’d re-do the last fifteen
She’s teasing me, clearly, loves my cheese
A cheeky chang fiend from Bethnal Green
Had the place cleaned so it would be pristine
While she was pleasing me, game’s easy.
Alchemisland 
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