Simple Friendliness

I please him with a simple friendliness:
Smiling at him and holding out my hand;  
My hair is quite arranged and my white dress  
Is perfumed with fresh scent; I feel quite grand  
Until he bids me kneel and leans to kiss  
My forehead, then unzips me at the back;  
And tells me that it would be quite remiss  
Not to respond in kind - a little slap  
Encourages my actions; as I slide  
My fingers to his trousers and he grips  
My dark hair, with a vengeance, to deride  
The coiffure and that presence; each soon slips  
As my mouth takes his cock; and I regress  
To please him with my simple friendliness.