Even The Angel Michael Couldn't Resist Her!

Sometimes I Enjoy Writing As A Man

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The Notorious Mrs. Jones

There is a lot to be said about the Notorious Mrs. Jones,
She causes males to swell with pride and have raging hormones.
Mrs. Jones is the one who lites my fire,
To possess her body is my one desire.
She is the wife of my boss and spells certain doom,
Constantly having to hide my lust, keeps me shrouded in gloom.
She calls me Mikey-Pooh, as she pats my cheek,
Her touch shakes me to the core and makes me weak.
In the Jone's Corporation, I am second in command,
She refers to me, as her Harry's right hand man.
At business dinners, I am seated at her side,
She smiles primly, as up my thigh her hand glides.
Suddenly my zipper is unzipped,
Then a soft, caressing hand into my pants slips.
I inwardly gasp, as she continues to have her way,
I am sweating bullets, as the Lady does play.
She looks at me and licks her lips,
Then I feel my zipper zip.
She excuses herself to go to the powder her nose,
After a few minutes, I also go.
I follow her discreetly, like a faithful hound,
She pulls me into the Ladies Room, without making a sound.
I lock the door, and remove the tiny bit of lace and she winks,
She lifts her skirt and I place her on the sink.
My manhood aches and throbs, begging to be let in,
But she has other ideas and flashes a wicked grin.
I kneel in homage, at her sheltered glen,
I part the passion fruit and the aroma welcomes me in.
Eager hands urge my face to immerse,
I mummer love words and erotic verse.
On a journey to the stars, she whispers my name,
She is now mine, mine to claim.
She whispers," Mikey, I adore you!", against my lips,
As my token of desire within her glen slips.
Mrs, Jones sighs as her world is rocked,
Then we quickly replace divested clothes and the door is unlocked.
We separately return to the table and resume our seats,
With no one the wiser, for we are always discreet.

Music "Me And Mrs. Jones