One Night Stand

I went away for a weekend And I lost my bloody mind Got on a plane with propellers. Not knowing what I'd find... Except. Well I had preened down below. You should always be prepared. Men don't like a big old bush. Its good to look like you cared. ...forgot one tiny thing. Its minor. Just a girl's monthly visit. Well it doesn't matter anyway. No one is gonna hit it. Out I go, one two, one two Down the hatch goes the shot Eight missed calls from my boyfriend That man back home I forgot I'm dancing and hes up against my arse I can feel he's getting hard by the second Better not tell the boyfriend about this He wouldn't like it I reckon.. Holy crap! I'm in his room! How the hell did I end up here? Where the fuck is my top? Whose that man lying so near... I close my eyes and shudder a little His mouth his all on mine He's naked kneeled in front of me Oh damn his dick is fine I'm sexy. Oh so bloody sexy. So pleased I can still get laid... Although now what the fuck do I do Supppose that I should stay... And he's moving inside me now I let out an almighty moan My phone's lying under my bra I'll ignore the man that I own Quick quick and rapid He moves in and out Faster, getting faster Then lets out a little shout And its flowing from inside me now Stickiness covering the bed Damn I hate the wet spot ....shit. Is that wet spot red? Mortified. I'm mortified. I forgot that I was bloody on My only one night stand and I've blown it Oh it feels so wrong I lay exhausted for a moment Shift my weight from the wet patch Look into his eyes and I whimper Such a girl. I'll get attached And then the strangest thing you see He's slid his boxers back over his waist Well I suppose I better get dressed too To my rented room I make haste And I hop back on a plane to England I leave him there with my troubled mind Back into the arms of my boyfriend One who is so eternally kind But I cant get that wet patch out of my head So I do a little google online Send him fresh bedsheets to his address Egyptian cotton. With a crisp white line. I can just imagine how pleased he'll be When he opens the door and the postman's standing there He'll know the bedding has come from me Good. I want him to know that I care.