As the cigarette was slowly dying in the ashtray,
She undressed and showed me her new bra.
I feigned enthusiasm and hoped she’d soon leave
So I could watch the game.
Her hips gyrating, her tongue licking her upper lip,
She kept eye-contact and I thought of getting more gin.
Soon she started grinding her panties against my crotch
And sooner still I came in my underwear.
I pushed her off, calling her names,
Thinking of the laundry I now had to do
To get that stain off from my shorts.
She swore at me and scratched my face
With her badly painted nails.
But soon, all was back to normal
And I could finally watch the game.
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