Nice To Meet You

Gut still burning

from last night's millionth head ache excuse,

blue balls practically clanging to explode,

see the hottie in the restaurant, our eyes meet,

I strut over.  She says, "No bullshit please, let's just fuck."

Scramble for the door, motel down the street.

 

Naked screaming bodies wrapped together,

no names, not cares, hips pounding to orgasm,

mind full of smiles, but little more, when watching television that night,

woman of my motel climax being interviewed,

on the joys of having a sex change operation!

Faking it taking on a whole new meaning!