Tender Delight

One night in a city centre hotel room, I stepped inside the bathroom

And on you, my greedy eyes did alight, what a tender looking delight

So very soft and pink, compared to my skin, chalk snow white

I reached out and touched you; oh you were so velvet against my skin

I cannot wait to use you, whispered a devilish voice within.

Later that night after a meal, and some wine, I used you long and much

I even used you a second time, so soft and lovely was your touch

I could not seem to get enough of you, and when the morning came

I needed you once more; it was nearly an unbearable strain

But then I discovered you had run out on me, I felt bad, the night before I had abused you so much

But reminded myself that I had paid good cash, for that extra special touch

Just as I was starting to despair, I heard a knock on the room door

Standing there was a maid, bringing me plenty of soft, pink, "Toilet Roll" more.