Fruit machine

"Wow" she was tall and slim and I felt the pull
Legs so long  so brown that tan of confidence
Profiled the high heels calves so taught
Stilts to round the buttocks pout
Mini skirt hovers round her waist
The Y of her thong its outine seared
It drew the eye like the reels and lights
The fruit machine that spun your thoughts
 To think that you were in with a chance
For the jackpot was there for you to have
Were the odd as long as the length of your cock
Would they be improved by the size of your knob
Put enough dollars into the slot
She could give a little "you" hope a lot
Chromium shine the glittering froth
But inside the gear wheels of gain and of loss
Bit the addict is trapped by the will of a mouse
Trapped by the vice and grapples and shouts
That cage full of mosters that tempt constantly
Stripped you bare and fucked your mind through a sieve  
Your assets milked dry and left you to rot
The gold bars to her fanny still solid as rock