Her heartgoes out to those of you

Who languish lost from loves adieu.

The lingering taste of a love’s goodbye

Creates thereby a needful guy.

My sweet Chanel’s heart of empathy

Can feel your loss and set you free

From jilted love’s created need

And willingly fills your carnal greed.

She’ll foreplay with the jilted man

She’ll stroke him softly with passions hand.

She’ll let him fondle her perfect breasts

As she massages and fills his sex requests.

Erotic therapists do fill a need

And give safe options your lust to feed

In lieu of unsafe sexual search

He visits my Chanel’s passion perch.

True she limits where he can go

But allows him plenty as passions flow.

For next he fondles her luscious ass

As his balls enjoy her sweeping backhand pass

With finger nails she’ll lightly scratch

Calling out your passion patch

Now hard and hot your body begs

You arch your back, your hand between her legs

Her hands respond to your begging way

As you feel her heat she enjoys cock play

She strokes you harder and faster which

Brings your passion to a fever pitch.

In full release you cry out her name

And free yourself from lost love’s pain

My sweet Chanel has once again

Brought satisfaction to a needful man.

Do I mind these men who make her hot?

I’ll tell you why I’m jealous not.

They leave satisfied with her in passion fits

And I, yes I reap the benefits.

For now her passion juice I taste

Hot and wet she fucks my face

I please my princess as only I can

As she awaits the next needful man.