MISS PRIM

Call her Miss prim, my classical dance teacher
Her serene voice quite hoarse for a singer
But you must know her skills as a dancer

While she taught me at day, did I her at night
Promising adventures wicked but right
For Miss Prism a glorified goddess
Stunning me with tricks of her own, such temptress

Dare I say, she gave my first kiss?
Me naïve couldn’t afford her any bliss
Yet patient she was and really giving too
Till we met, she’d refused to be wooed

Ever a willing teacher, she’ll offer instructions
Where to be touched, without caution
I’ll strive discovering her feistiness
Thighs set apart, me drowning in her moistness

Miss Prim a professional, you’ll call her
Her mound of curly flesh slender
She’ll cry such fetish moans, kissing
Me a daring learner, could hear her hissing
“Take me, take me” she screamed while squeaking

Her lusty spots a brilliant discovery
With every stroke of my hardened arousal
She’d gasped; eyes wide open fresh with desire
Seeing her orgasm, my greatest glory