If Only

Imagine 1960
as they lounge around in awe
Her tits are almost perfect,
at least the parts they saw.

Collectively they pause to think
as silence fills the air
“Let’s call the color Titty Pink”
He says, pointing to the pair.

One second passes, then they cry-
“it’s brilliant, GENIUS, and none-to-sly!”
“You’ve got the market nailed down tight!”
“We’ll send the specs out straight tonight.”

“What the Hell?” the woman shrieks…
Her hands feel wet, her knees feel weak.
They see her pale, they hear her gasp;
Peter moves to grab her ass.

Our lady strong, and smiling still,
slides with grace towards him ‘til…
She’s right before the CEO,
grabs his cock and says, “Let’s GO.”

He jumps a bit, then stands upright
proclaiming “Damn!  It’s a productive night.”
She whispers, breathy in his ear
and then her mood begins to clear.

He moves his hand to smooth her hair
agreeing, “I think it’s only fair.”

“Boys,” he says to the eager herd…
“get this woman a Thunderbird.”

“It’s the least we can do-
to repay our debt-
to the owner of

this lovely set!”