They met each other on the boulevard
The Santa Anas blowing strong that day
She was occupied watering the yard
She was desiring a man to lay

She stepped on to the street that day in May
He saw her there dressed just in jeans and top
He could not keep his own desire at bay
His torso shirtless; his hair was a mop

She knew him from the beat; he was a cop
She knew that her desire was then and there
Although she feared he might have been a fop
Yet she invited him upon her lair

He was a tender lover, kind and fair
She took his eager member to her mouth
Engorged and quite aroused from this affair
There was no chance that it would now head south

He loved her like a man from the old South
He put his lips upon her moistened hole
Entering her so gently by his mouth
They were no longer two, but now a whole

As he thrust into her they were one soul
In psyche, mind, desire, and oh, such lust
She felt complete within her his own pole
The meeting of two lustful souls a must.