A little smutty poem

[mprice]

I found this while cleaning out my late Father's papers.
It is a carbon copy with no title or author. I have reproduced it as typed.


A little winking of the eye,
A little maiden passing by;
A little smile, a little date,
To meet you when the hour is late.
A promise not to tell.
A little room in some hotel,
A little fussing on some chair,
A little mussing of the hair.

A little drink, a fond caress;
A little question, answer "YES"
A little shirt waist laid aside
A littlebrest that tried to hide;
A little hand that went stealing,
A little "PLEASE" with funny feeling;
A little coaxing, a little teasing,
A little form revaling that is most pleasing.

A pair of panties, mostly lace,
A little blush upon her face,
A little shading of the light,
A little bed with sheets so white;
A little loving in the gloom,
A little sign--a quiet room
A little pair of lips so warm and wet,
A little whisper, "Please not yet"
A little pillow for the head
Slipped beneath the hips instead.

A little effort to begin,
A little help to get it in;
Two little arms that grip so tight,
And when I asked, "Does it feel all right?
She smiles and says, "Oh, it feels so good."
And I reply, "I knew it would."

Tow little legs around me twine,
Two happy eyes look into mine;
A little movement to and fro,
A little "SHH", a little "OH"
A little surge of something hot,
A little whisper, "Um, such a lot"
Two lovers having fun,
A little effort to repeat,
A little spot upon the sheet.

A little shower when you're through,
A little drink, or maybe two;
A little sleep, and finally then,
Breakfast in bed at half-past ten,
A little bill, a little trip,
A porter wishing a pleasant trip.
A little memory the next day,
Like little children after play;
A little wish that you and I
Might get together by and by.