Two or three minutes more, and I’m going to
Slip my hand onto his thigh
Under the table, David, here at this
Dinner party in Georgetown, yes
Right here in motherfucking Georgetown, David.
It’s become so hard to hold my tongue lately
But now, see, this makes it so easy!
I’m demure as Aesop’s cat become a damsel
And I sit and I eat and I sip my wine
So agreeable, not at all the shrew
You’ve complained about lately, no, not
At all a shrew. And under the table I’m
Going mousing, but noone will even know.
I’m going to put my hand on his
Thigh. I’m going climbing, darling!
(Can‘t you read my mind by now, love, or
Don‘t you care?) And I trust I’ll soon find
The hard peak of an erect member
Something firm so I can keep a good grip--
You weren’t about to say something, were you
David? Yes, he’s a faculty member, I do
Remember, but I was thinking about his
Cock, dear: but I’m just going to hold my tongue.
It’s all so easy now! And with any luck
Later, hopefully, I’ll even get to hold
The whole thing in my mouth.
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