Almost A Stranger

She almost seems a stranger as his door
Is opened to her widely; but, she steps
Forward, without an ounce of hesitation;

The door is closed and she acquaints the floor
To calves she’s dressed in stockings – ah – fishnets
That he’ll salute much later – his ovation;

Right now’s reserved for lips that he’ll adore,
As they address his person and she wets
His whistle in this secret assignation;

Where she excites the man right to the core
To show that she’s retained and that a pet’s
Retention doesn’t need justification;

And, as he strokes her hair, there is a danger
She’ll suck his cock, and then won't seem a stranger