James Wells

Please do not weep as you remember me,
For my last moment was full of glee.
Whilst polishing the wooden door,
I found a crack through which I saw
A treasure so rare for a man of my class;
A flexible woman with a bare naked ass.
Excitement erupting, trousers on the floor,
And she kept on dancing showing me more.
My pace quickened, I was ready to blow,
But a pain in my chest had started to grow.
My juices flowed as I fell to the ground,
But during my death not once did I frown.