A mildly naughty poem

I know a girl; I'll call
her Sue.
Thinks she's too good for me
or you.

I send her flowers. She says
I'm rash.
Then they end up with all
her trash.

I don't know quite what
to think.
She seems to feel, her stuff
don't stink.

There'll come a day, you wait
and see.
The time will come when she
needs me.

A helping hand, maybe a dollar
or two.
Some meaningless chore she wants me
to do.

"Do this for me." She'll smile
and say.
"Then my special gift will be
your pay."

And when at last, she's in
my bed.
Moaning while I give
her 'head'.

She'll cry out loud and ask
for more.
Then I'll just smile, pointing out
the door.
DuraH