This is a poem 'bout Nate
and a dirty slut named Kate.
How neither of them could wait
for a Sweet Valentine's date.
Nate worked at the auto-mart
'cause he wasn't very smart.
Kate's legs were always apart
because she's a dirty tart.
When Kate leans on the counter,
the stench of slut surrounds her.
After a brief encounter,
Nate thought he’d like to mount her.
He said, “Hi, how are you Kate?
Tonight I’m gonna work late.
Wanna meet me at the gate?
Promise this time I will wait."
Kate and Nate waited 'til dark.
He took her to the car park.
They were having a big lark.
They were naked, both quite stark.
The carpark's not very bright.
Street light shining in the night.
Flickering in the dim light.
The night atmosphere feels right.
There was lots of hard kissin'
and both their clothes were missin'
Nate looked and saw her glisten,
his car seat, they will christen.
There is a sweltering heat;
when two young hot bodies meet.
Bodies dance to the same beat
to get their tingling sweet treat.
Kate said, "Do you wanna lick?
It'll make me really slick,
so you can dip your big wick,
and make me cum really quick."
They think they are gonna fuck.
Both thought for starters, they'd suck.
If Nate has brought his good luck
she'll make his big hard cock buck.
Hear the soft breathing quicken
of both the lustful stricken.
Kate watches his cock thicken
and his soft cock head glisten.
Her soft, long legs, he unlocks.
His cock heads for the pink docks
in her tight, wet little box.
Then her slutty body rocks.
Don't let the climax be rushed.
Nate came with one last big thrust.
The first river of spent lust
sprayed all over Kate's big bust.
The spurting of Nate's hot seed
becomes pools of lust's spent need.
Kate and Nate's hot need is freed
in this delectable deed.
Nate wasn't ready to part
from this slutty little tart
whose legs he spread wide apart
behind the closed auto-mart.
He said "Kate, would you be mine?
Be my slutty Valentine.
I think you're hot; very fine.
I wanna make you all mine."
She said “Will you piss off Nate,
I don't think you're all that great.
Didn't take me on a date.
And my fucking name's not Kate!”
My name is Catherine.
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