At the end of the day

At the end of the day

At the end of the day, when she's ready to play,
Her words draw those men in a line,
Bent over in scanties, desirous, her panties,
Are stripped, yes, removed at this time,
The curve of her rump is really quite someth-
ing they cannot resist,
She just has to bend: they'll queue without end,
Giving her reasons to exist,
With her arse in the air, hands gripping her hair,
They'll fuck her and fuck her again,
The excitement grips her wet labial lips,
As she makes it certain. It's plain
She wants to be taken, enjoyed and shaken,
To the core of her being by sex,
Let all attend to the holes at each end,
And give us the chance to inspect,
Her arse, mouth and cunt that all seem to want
More fluid: each sticky deposit,
Will add to the thrill as she bends over, 'til
Enough is enough, she can closet
Such devious thoughts as she desports
Herself with a roomful of guys,
Her pants round her knees, she's ready to please
Anyone who will part both her thighs,
There's no need to ask why or if she is bi,
She will not deprive any girl,
Who perhaps happen to have a nice strap-on,
To pleasure her treasure: that pearl
Which is red from friction. This isn't fiction:
Her sphincter's distended and open,
As sore as her tits and, as for her clit,
It is aching for more, yes she's spoken
The thoughts in her mind, since she is inclined,
To ensure that she is the attraction
At the end of the day, when she's ready to play,
I am sure she'll enjoy all the action.