Twat! (Etherees)

"So tell me what you look like," he requests;
I look down, knowing that he would grin
at descriptions of cunt and breasts;
So I tease: "I've warm, dark skin."
"Yeah?" "It frames such a wealth,
of brisk movements that
show signs of health
from country
walking."
(Twat).

Then I indulge him - "I am comely" "Oh?"
I hear pouting - wanting arse and tits
to furnish his arousal so:
"Eyes?" "Observe as my glance flits
shrewdly, to, thus, delay
verdicts; I just saw
the moonbeams play
setting store,
harking
back."

"Its beams made my pursed lips seem consciously
impregnable." "I'd so take you. Stripped.
Sat on nine inches;" "Would that be
over confidence?" "I've whipped,
sluts like you." "Circumspect!"
But the sad twat's gone
His dreams are wrecked.
He was wrong:
a silly
brat.