Erection down

Erection dying was hard is now soft
like a wounded stag brought to its knees
the hounds a baying the horns tally ho
she murmured softly you Bastard
and then felt the graze of a kiss on my cheek
four times she'd climaxed
and begged me to slow
rampancy's nature on you must go  
the champagne was cold as it filled the glass
along my penis its bubbles held fast
a toast, raise your glass  
a Dior of doing a Calvin Cline cunt
twice at the back and then at the front
the fit was so perfect like a Jimmy Choo
a Gucci of grinding the Ferrari of fuck  
the quality of sex shining through
the size of your wallet, to give and recieve
to equal your lunch box will keep them intrigued