ENCOUNTER WITH BOND

He offered her a loving hug.
Soon, they made love upon the rug.
How did they end up on the floor?
She’d not been held that way before;
The fire that this stirred deep within
Led her to show her barest skin.
The man for whom she fell, so fond?
None other than the great James Bond!
They both undressed, put clothes aside;
No secrets had they left to hide.
To Scaramanga’s golden gun,
Bond showed a different weapon.
The man who vanquished Dr No
She rared to Biblically know.
She now wanted to be taken,
Unlike his drink, stirred not shaken.
He asked her, “Shall we go to bed?”
She said, “Let’s do it here instead!”
There, he took her invitation
To join her in copulation.
Her defences lay open wide,
Their hearts and hands became their guide.
Within his arms she felt secure,
Enjoying him all over her.
She'd claim no one "does it better",
He was such an expert petter,
As Agent Double-Oh-Seven
Showed the way to Seventh Heaven.
His greatness into her he thrust
As he worked to relieve their lust.
He did so well to satisfy;
After, she could "live and let die."
She did not want to get away
From him who gave such rampant play
And passion at each other hurled.
Then, all the villains in the world
Could stay outside and go to hell;
Nothing could stop him make love well.
His phone was off the hook to ‘M’,
‘Q’ could put his gadgets, ahem…
This was his break from fighting war
Of sorts that worked around the law.