Old As Love

strange things go through my head

my mind has been to distant places

days merge blindly into each other

lately I've lost a memory for faces


just how long have I been in here?

unlike my head my cock still works

wild fears roam like buffalo and yet

in my pants an untamed tiger lurks


the matron omits to cater for that

they seem past it most of my peers

yet my room sees wild night action

as footsteps near my old lad rears


she's only young and paid fuck all

she was wiping food off my trews

I whipped it out without thinking

her wayward hand had lit the fuse


yes she knew what she was doing

ever since she's been a regular joy

her agile lips round my member a

reminder of me as a teenage boy


sex buddies, I slip her a few quid

rubber gloves I dont like her to wear

life's worth living at Maggie's hands

she's a hot angel of true social care



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John Coopey

Mon 17th May 2021 20:44

I hope she wore a mask, Simon.

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