A Practical Training Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Practice excites perfection,
So training is best foundation.
Lucky I was granted to enhance,
To master my professional stance.

To Manila I flew the next day,
It was a great flight I must say.
Freedom being far from my home,
I communicate through a cell-phone.

City life then was new and queer,
I was obsessed with girls and beer.
Nearby building was a clubhouse,
Dancing was a gal in skimpy blouse.

Her stare at me was seemed sumptuous,
She showed me her body so voluptuous.
Then signaled me to go around backstage,
And indulged in a sexual acrobatic gauge.

She danced on top of me like a swan,
Flipping her legs to absorbed the fun.
As I hold on to my throbbing manhood,
I explored the ecstasy as much as I could.

Such practice was a simulated training,
To please a woman who seemed faking.
Foreplay is the key to sustain pleasure,
And to attain the climactic blaze allure.