Banking on You

Banking on You

Your vagina slits
You pump up your tits
And preen your ringlets flowing
Manufactured smile
Painted on a while
Ago, when you practised wanton, knowing.

Each bum cheek takes
Intermittent breaks
As the wait begins to grow
Your dress hand brushed
You adjust your tuft
So quickly who’s to know?

Your perfume wafts
Spray so fine and soft
Final shot between the cleavage
A little lipstick balm
Perfumed wrists no harm
A girl’s entitled to a little leverage

Your appointment called
Sashay down oak and mirror halls
Warm girly laugh to the suited gent
Your hand in his
For just too long, it is
All this just to get his money lent.