Right into her Second Trimester
and she’s eating the middle of the wall, again.
Ruin that pretty smile if she’s not careful…
and I’ve got better things to be doing
than plastering at home on my day-off.
Vermillion stains upon that delicate chin,
and her breath smells of
construction sites and builders forecourts.
I bought her chocolate, cakes and ice-cream…
but, she just looked at me in disgust.
I haven’t had a blowjob in over a month,
I’m too scared to put my sensitive, beautiful cock
anywhere near that gravel-crunching trap of hers.
But, there’s a ‘Bright Side’ to everything,
I’ve heard that Davy wants an alcove doing
down at The Roaring Welsh Red Dragon.
I could sit at the bar of an evening with a beer
and happily watch her work her arse off
and bring home the money for a fucking change.