I had only worked at Lloyds for a month or so when I met a girl called Catherine
Like me she did not say much but I soon found that we favoured London parks
He lifted her dress and found her shaven
Shocking this boy from Milford Haven
Is that one of your rhymes heavy and lewd
No it is engraved on a tree in St James’s Park
Then it must be Rochester’s as it’s rather rude
I do not think so as Milford Haven
Was not around during Rochester’s years
Nevertheless it is a clever rhyme
Show me the tree will you my friend
Only if you answer my question
What be the question Master John
Do you shave or have you hair
In your secret purse under there
That is a rather personal question
Then do not answer it
I do retain some hair as I find it more feminine
Shaven cunts in my view are rather androgynous
I agree but it is cleaner no horrible smells
And I like the symmetry of a tidy bush
It balances my rather long legs
I once had a girlfriend back in Wales
Who was very sweet and tender
But we split up because of her smelly cunt
Did she try deodorants
She tried them all
But she always tasted
Like dead fish
On a market stall
Poor you but I assure you
That my cunt tastes sweet
I am the most perfumed girl
That you will ever meet
When we reached St James’s Park
I showed her the Milford Haven tree
Which fascinated Catherine
As it looked quite old
It was probably carved in Victorian times
The park is older than that
Yes much older it was founded by Henry the Eighth
And much improved by both James and Charles the Second
The Earl of Rochester frequented this park and fucked for England
As after dark it was a den of vice
Although during the day it was very nice
So you are telling me that Rochester might have walked here
There is a good chance
That he might have passed this spot
Arm in arm with a filthy harlot
Catherine then to my surprise removed her panties
She gave them to me and asked me to taste her juices
I was a little taken aback to say the least
As I had only known her for a matter of weeks
But as instructed I sniffed and tasted her gift
They were indeed perfumed with not an odour found
We sat there on the grass not saying much
When I became aware of a Lebanese man
Looking up her skirt and not adopting disguise
I could see the longing and lust in his filthy eyes
That chap over there on the bench is looking up your skirt
I do not really care as all cunts look alike
Different colours some shaven some with hair
If he is enjoying himself why should I care
I smiled and ran my hand up Catherine’s thigh
Until I could feel her pubic bush
It was a gentle moment
And because of our intimacy
The foreign gentleman left the bench
Chatting to his nearby friends in open French
I know why you gave me your panties
Do you
Yes
Then why did I make you a gift
Because you like me and want my cock
Was I that obvious
You were
But that was not the only reason
Pray tell
I felt that you were seeking Rochester’s ghost
You were hoping that he would pass
And look up your dress at your cunt and arse
Catherine smiled and told me
That she did not think that Welsh men
Were so perceptive
But I certainly was
Later after enjoying tea in Regents Park
We returned to her parents home in Crouch End
Catherine assured me that they were on holiday
So we undressed and began to fuck
In both kitchens and bedrooms two
In the bathroom and in the loo
We fucked in the summer house
And under the Willow Tree
Only breaking when she needed a wee
But our first love is St James’s Park
Which we visit on summer nights after dark
And that my friends is where my story ends
If you do visit any of the London parks
Think of their histories and mysteries
As they are not what they seem
Close your eyes and think of the past
Of days that lingered
And were not that fast
I am sorry as Catherine in in the bath
She is calling me to wash her back
And you know where that will lead
She is dreaming of parks and nocturnal fucks
In areas reserved for nature and breeding ducks
Hwyl
Caru
Johnny