PW Covington

Some Exquisite Lingerie

I’d come over
And take a seat on the sofa
With your husband

You’d sit across the room
In that leather, high-back chair
And pack a bowl

You’d tell me to pull out
My already swelling cock

Then tell him to get down
On the floor before me

Then, after
After he came back
From brushing his teeth

He’d hand me his AmEx
And say that he’d have brunch ready
When we returned, the next day

It only lasted a year or so
But you ended up with
Some exquisite lingerie