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Cleaning Maid
.
I should've got on with the room,
minded my own
but the bathroom door ajar
A pause of breath
beautiful body of the rooms owner
under the shower.
(His good wife I'd seen moments
before going down stairs for breakfast)
If I'd have not been so attached
to looking at his soapy appendage
In his playful hand I'd have seen
him looking right at me!..
This indeed had the required affect
quickly back to my dusting
The shower stopped
my heart racing with
embarrassing speed
as I turned to see him in the room,
dripping wet nakedness with the
towel being offered my way from
outstretched hand and the
broadest dirty grin I've ever seen
So with shaking hands and a
fuzzy warmth between my thighs
I towelled him.
His thing of beauty was now alive
to the want of release,
The towel being the instigator
as his leg muscles twitched,
Though I gave him credit in
standing his ground as he pulsed
his seed into the towel in my grasp
The glorious smell of man,
my senses, my love spot awash
with naughty thoughts.
And so my tale must end
I watched him pull on his shorts
then leave me be to join his wife,
no doubt his love beast still
giving awakened beats
As for me standing alone with the towel?
Well...
You'll just have to use your imagination
I should've got on with the room,
minded my own
but the bathroom door ajar
A pause of breath
beautiful body of the rooms owner
under the shower.
(His good wife I'd seen moments
before going down stairs for breakfast)
If I'd have not been so attached
to looking at his soapy appendage
In his playful hand I'd have seen
him looking right at me!..
This indeed had the required affect
quickly back to my dusting
The shower stopped
my heart racing with
embarrassing speed
as I turned to see him in the room,
dripping wet nakedness with the
towel being offered my way from
outstretched hand and the
broadest dirty grin I've ever seen
So with shaking hands and a
fuzzy warmth between my thighs
I towelled him.
His thing of beauty was now alive
to the want of release,
The towel being the instigator
as his leg muscles twitched,
Though I gave him credit in
standing his ground as he pulsed
his seed into the towel in my grasp
The glorious smell of man,
my senses, my love spot awash
with naughty thoughts.
And so my tale must end
I watched him pull on his shorts
then leave me be to join his wife,
no doubt his love beast still
giving awakened beats
As for me standing alone with the towel?
Well...
You'll just have to use your imagination
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