deepundergroundpoetry.com
SABINA THE CLEANER
Sabina was a cleaner.
On sex I knew none keener.
When in her working habit
she wasn't much to look at,
but she always scrubbed up well.
Out on the town none could tell
that her job had no glamour
that should excite man's amour.
She wasn't a mere 'scrubber',
she was dab hand with duster,
If things came to 'on the floor',
carpets she'd vacuum before
and the tiles in a kitchen
she would mop with no stitch on,
giving me a stirring view
wielding a mop or sponge nue
so, as we romped without kit,
we'd glimpse our bare bods in it,
then she would remop the place
so what we'd done left no trace.
On sex I knew none keener.
When in her working habit
she wasn't much to look at,
but she always scrubbed up well.
Out on the town none could tell
that her job had no glamour
that should excite man's amour.
She wasn't a mere 'scrubber',
she was dab hand with duster,
If things came to 'on the floor',
carpets she'd vacuum before
and the tiles in a kitchen
she would mop with no stitch on,
giving me a stirring view
wielding a mop or sponge nue
so, as we romped without kit,
we'd glimpse our bare bods in it,
then she would remop the place
so what we'd done left no trace.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 362
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.