He could not dream the disaster
That struck him, the girlmaster
When he ran across
The soft skin cruel hearted girl

It all started like it always does
A drink, a smile, a kiss
For a while it all was all right
As it always is

Touch of her hand
Felt soft like a feather
Smooth as silk
He did not have better

He does not remember how they arrived
To his place he set up with style
Then to his room, then to his bad
Nor how they removed the clothes that they had

There hands explored each other with glee
And they both marveled at what they could see
Intertwined in passion

Then when he thought the moment was near
That the time was right, the deal was sealed
When he approached the ultimate place
The place of ultimate pleasure and grace

The girl slipped away and whispered: