Mommy's Lessons
Mommy Teaching Me Right
When I was young, to Dad I'd run Whenever Mom was mad. My daddy's charms, safe in his arms He knew, that I'd been bad. . An eager teen, before I'd seen How Mom would get her way, Although the boss, he wouldn't cross To assure her bedroom play. . Snuck down the hall, to watch it all As I peeked in past their door, His open stand, my mother's hand Wrapped firm around his core. . My dad was dazed, I was amazed My mom was on...