Heaven Can Wait Poem by Charles Hancock

Her depraved charm was off the scale
She downed a shot and put her hair in a ponytail
Then gazed at me with her bedroom eyes
And used her nails to caress my thighs

Saying 'It's just paradise being here with you'
And tightened up her impromptu hairdo
After which, she eagerly proceeded to fellate
I stated 'Darlin' it's true, Heaven can wait'

Thinking her intention was to give me a seizure
She's such an expert on the procedure
I found myself gasping for air
Everytime she swallowed my eclair

When she finished me off to her satisfaction
And I was no longer having any capillary action
I was given a half of an hour to recover
For she is my persevering lover

She polished off another tonic and gin
And grasped me resolutely by the chin
Proclaimed she was going to her happy place
And flipped around and swiftly sat on my face