CONFESSION OF A COCKOHOLIC

The eyes were gazing,
locked and gazing intently.
on the erect object.
In a smile the voice asked,
"Do you mind?"
The reply was, "I'm not sure."
"Tell me more" came the reply.
"I have to confess that I
am a dyed-in-the wool cockoholic;
have been for years and years."
"Tell me more, please sounds fascinating."
"Well, as you can see I'm a woman;
a lover of cocks..."
The Kissing Place was
on fire that night.