Help Me St. Patrick
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Tonight is going to be the big night.
And believe me, I will not put up a fight.
I plan on letting him have me, in more ways then one.
And I hope to be barely able to walk when he is done.
I am new to this, and he knows I am scared out of my wits.
To think that I will be with someone tonight, with no big tits.
He says he will be gentle, he says he will be kind.
I don't really care; I want him to drive me out of my mind.
I don't have far to drive, that is for sure.
He keeps looking at me, like I am so pure.
Oh give it up big guy, give it to me soon.
I have to have you now, please before it is noon.
Give it to me hard, give it to me strong.
Oh man, how could I have been so very wrong?
About my sexual persuasion, that is what I mean.
Have pity on me Jim, remember that I am green.
And speaking of green, guess what today will be?
St. Patrick's day, and I am dressed up for you to see.
No, I know you can't see any green yet; hold on to your shirt.
As I start to take off my clothes you about shove me into the dirt.
I have painted my skin green, just for you.
Now come on big guy, show me what you can do.
Help me St. Patty; help me hold on for a while longer.
I need someone's help, to hold off, I need to be stronger.
He is pounding me like I can't believe, and I love it, oh yes.
I am shouting and screaming as I come in one big mess.
I can hardly breathe, I can hardly think.
My God, I am almost driven to drink.
Who would have thought it would feel this good?
As I am thinking of this, I am starting to sprout new wood.
Now Jim wants me to do him, do you believe my luck?
Must go now, there is a Sentinel I need to first time fuck. :)
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