In The Drawing Room

 He found her in the drawing-room and meant
To have her there; he laughed, with such intent,
It seemed to reconcile him to her bent
Over the sofa arm; he’d not relent

Until he’d birched her arse amicably
And marked her bottom with the stripes you’d see
Were you to join him there; so you can be…
Another naughty boy, ready to free

Her reserve and your cock; and she can suck
Your prick into her mouth; just watch him fuck
Into his lady wife and have no truck
With any blandishments that must stay stuck

In her throat with your splashed and spurted need
That any well-groomed voyeur will not heed,
Because this married whore will show her greed
For your hot cum to influence and feed

The vows that she has made; you’ll now besmirch,
Forgetting how you both stood up in church,
As she now tempts a cock stand and you lurch
To further wedded bliss; apply the birch

And other passions, knowing she’ll assume
Her role and light the lamp and rid the gloom
And pour the tea and will ensure the groom
And his best man enjoy this drawing room