Ms. Mary Martinique

A Tale of Tail in Iambic Pentametre

By Izzy Ess Untidiness

Ms. Mary Martinique molested Mike

The young delivery assistant to

Pierre la Salle, vacationing in Bonn.

Ms. Martinique retired from teaching math

At Sister Mary’s School for Nuns in Tell,

The village named for Archer William Tell.

The sixty year old teacher grabbed Pierre

And pulled him to the floor.  Miz Mary was

A gym enthusiast and had done floor

And apparatus work, uneven bars

And horse and hula hoops.  Pierre was shocked

And fell right to the floor and hit his head.

Thus dazed, he was a piece of cake to strip.

Ms. Mary ripped his underwear in two

And crouched to hold his hips in place, while she

Upheld his manhood in her mouth and licked

His head to cause a stiffening despite

Pierre’s subconscious state.  Miz Mary grasped

His shaft and rapidly re-stroked his mast.

He shot his wad right down her throat.  She ate

It with a smile and swallowed it with glee

Upon her face.  She ripped her underwear

Revealing ample, unused, lifted breasts

And tightly muscled buttocks.  Licking still

Pierre’s swelled head, she made it throb and reach

For her with reflex action and present to her

A fully loaded cannon which Ms. Mary pushed

Toward her cherry and it burst with ease.

Encouraged still by her Pierre’s big mast,

She plumbed her depths with vigour and élan.

Pierre and she exploded fast and they

Began to laugh.  Pierre was quite awake

And feeling everything with Mary, he

Appreciated Mary’s gifts and kissed

Her lips and nipples, belly button and

Clitoris, tenderly.  Ms. Mary was

Enthralled and managed sixty-nine.  Pierre

Was so excited he could come, again,

While Mary had a burst of climaxes

That masturbation never brought her.  So,

She gave Pierre a standing O and tried

To tip him with a hundred dollar note.

Pierre refused and smiled and asked if they

Could meet again in Burger Park and do

Some stuff again, at midnight after work.

“Of course,” she said.  “I am supposed to be

With you, forever more, and make the Kingdom

Come to us and See the Light Ascending.

Darling boy, Pierre, I saw The Light,

This afternoon and thought I’d died.  I’ve prayed

For many years to prey upon Adonis,

You, my lovely God-like boy, a Cherub

In the flesh.  You are like Cupid/Eros

With no wings, but with a great gear shift

With crowning knob that fits just right for me

In my receptacle of wonderful

                 Delights and pleasures.  Second comings are

Anticipated and participated

In together.  We will soar like Angels,

Roar like tigers and just simply ask

For more.  The Second Coming will be followed

By the Third and Fourth, ad infinitum.

Pierre kissed Mary, up and down and left

The Isle of Martinique.  Pierre was never

Seen again.  Ms. Mary Martinique

Awaited him to come for one whole day.

Thereafter she approached all sailors, merchants,

And provocateurs, prevaricators and

Some silverbacks, arriving from the Isles

Of Mann and Zanzibar.  The tars who took

Miz Mary on were never sorry but

Could never stay a little while for Mary’s

Infamous and sparkling, Second Comings.

Mary was immortalized by statuettes

Of her with wings and breasts like Marilyn

Monroe and muscles like the famous Thorpe.

The statuettes are sold to tourists who

Admired the shape and consecrated their

Adventures like the ones that Mary’s bared.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., Welland, Canada, Summer Solstice, 2013