I remember, going to the cinema
With you that night
I don’t remember much about the film
That does not matter
What matters is
That during the love scene
I felt your hand slip between my legs
And pull me out
Then, just as the hero
Was about to get shot
I shot you!
We kissed the
And you whispered
“Let’s go to the john”
So, we left the hero to his plight
And I followed you
In the halflight
I could see,
The shiny sticky cum
On the back of your hand
You led me to the ladies
Where joy of joys
I realised the women wrote graffiti to
I realised another thing
That this was I had wanted to do all my life
Fuck in a woman’s toilet
Then!
All the time I was doing you
I could not help but think
Of the hero
And if he to
Got his woman
In the end