Once again another lip
Tasted her thighs.
Once again another hand
Fondled her breast.
Once again another finger
Felt her wet desire.
There was no love;
Neither any emotion.
There was only lust,
And a large erection
Of some manhood;
Conquering another body
Without knowing it deeply.
What she seeked once, was love.
Instead she got spanks
As a reward of satisfaction;
Of those hungry customer,
Who will be gentleman
Once again as soon as
The east become brighter.
Lady of the Evening
Moonstruck 