Madison Ivy – Blonde Attention Whore
There is a sense of unreality
When you are ushered out and told to kneel;
You shed your inhibitions, for you see
It is too late to back down — orders seal
Your fate as well as any fatal knock
That comes at night to drive you from your bed;
He leads you on to service the hard cock
Presented in your hallway; I’d have said
You coped quite well, despite sleet in your eyes;
And reveries that rolled around your mind;
The fantasies, that dreaming just supplies,
Have warmed your wetted sex, as I will find
When I remove your night wear, so you’ll be
Revealing all — ah! Sweet reality!
Madison Ivy – Blonde Attention Whore
