And her silky skin made me feel within what I could not ignore,
She tore at me with thoughts of sin, with a score of tattoos her body adorned,
At the end of October she came, this sexy provocateur.
Barely sober, hot and horny, ‘tis no metaphor,
A rare and radiant maiden came with a sexy roar, spread eagle
on that padded floor.

Deep into that pussy peering, long she heaved there, all were leering
Wondering, dreaming dreams everyone had dreamt before,
But her moans were unbroken, and the crowd did keep no token,
And the only words there moaned were ones of riotous orgasmic roar.
Shall we witness this once more, I inquired with thoughts galore,
Harley spoke – “Only once, and never more”.

That’s true hardcore.