Out of Habit

   
They meet in a bar young handsome slim him    
Slender tender fair her    
Gorgeous eyes long slim thighs    
Lovely arse makeup sparse    
   
He tall athletic large trouser bulge    
She looks lusty eager to indulge    
They drink they wink and never shrink    
From touching the other as unsubtly they flirt    
Her hand sliding inside his shirt    
   
So what do you do Mary Jane?    
Oh mine’s a sort of large organisation    
Been around since the dawn of creation    
But please don’t spoil the night right?    
My leisure time is somewhat short    
So let’s drop the chat of every sort    
That isn’t about this night of fun    
And so seduction has begun    
   
And so it goes    
Each tugging at the others clothes    
Dancing striking sexy pose    
Where it’s leading they both know    
In the room at his Hotel she makes him swell    
Like the start with a boxing bell    
Seconds out and they’re a-bout    
The business of the night    
Impure sexual delight    
   
He takes it soft at first then with an increasing burst    
Feels her time is close slows right down to make it last    
She rakes his back with her finger nails    
Leaving bright scarlet trails    
He moans lost in her moist inner folds    
Both her lovely breasts he holds    
   
Teasing kneading sucking feeding    
On her very soul achieves his goal    
She arches high with desperate cry    
His satisfaction delayed a fraction    
Then pours inside her skilful rider    
   
Spirit wrung dry she starts to cry    
He comforts her strokes her hair    
I shouldn’t have done it I’m not free    
I’m promised to someone else you see    
Well he’s a lucky man who is he?    
   
He must be an older man am I right?    
She nods you could say that    
And despite your youth and beauty    
You consider it your sacred duty    
To cleave to him oh god that’s grim    
   
I don't make a habit of this you know    
Just twice a year,    
It's getting light I have to go    
He holds her back and makes it plain    
That he must see her once again    
Won’t listen to no    
Won’t let her go    
'Til she consents    
Desperate to be gone she finally relents    
   
Ok see me at ten over there    
The cafe near St Peter’s Square    
Then she’s gone by the glow of dawn    
Running swift across a dew wet lawn    
And then    
It’s ten    
   
She watches discrete across the street    
He sits shuffling nervous feet    
Checks his watch checks it again    
Confirms it’s nearly five past ten    
Uncertainly he starts to pace    
Checks every passing female face
   
She crosses the street but doesn't greet  
Walking past him smiles and nods    
She knows that it’s against all odds    
He’d recognise from their night of fun    
For who looks closely at a passing nun?