The lover wanted so bad to make love to the lovess;
But his world was all but a mess.
He set out and fixed everything in his life;
Soon he was going to ask her to be his wife.
He went to jewelry shop after jewelry shop;
Soon he would have a question to pop.
He finally found the perfect ring;
If there ever were such a thing.
He then went to the florist's location;
And bought her every carnation.
Now what to do about the special meal;
He decided on a vegetable medley and veal.
That happened to be one of her favorite eats;
Though she always claimed it would go to their seats.
Soon he was at his apartment;
As all the important money had been spent.
He began preparing the dinner;
He dressed in a suit that made him look thinner.
He called her on the phone to invite her over;
Soon she showed up in her Land Rover.
He smiled as he met her at the door;
She had no clue what was in store.
He commented on his attire;
Hers made his heart seem on fire.
The meal was devoured and eaten in haste;
For he had no time to waste.
Soon he looked into her eyes and got on one knee;
My Lovess he simply said will you marry me?
She looked down and with tears in her eyes;
For her happiness she could not disguise.
She said yes yes I will be yours for the rest of time;
He smiled and said now it is time to make you mine.
He got down between her beautiful legs and spread them apart;
For her body was a work of art.
She wore no panties only stockings of hose;
He loved it when she wore only those.
He began to lick;
with his tongue he did flick.
Soon her legs were on his shoulders;
They seemed to stay without any holders.
Soon she was begging him to give her his cock;
Which by now was hard as a rock.
He gladly gave her what she asked of him;
As they came buckets filled to the brim.
Finally the lover and lovess had made love;
The were made for each other like a hand and a glove.
And on the day they got hitched and tied the knot;
They found the perfect spot.
He then took her on a honeymoon all over the earth and back;
For she never put out the fire in his nut sack.
To this day they are still bound as one;
She 94 and he 101.
By Phillycub