Wanda
The bitch has black hair
straight and oily.
She snaps her gum
and wears tight jeans,
cropped tops, and a thong
that shows in the back.
Her hips are a metronome
swaying back and forth.
She points her finger
at me and beckons.
I know we’re going
someplace smoky
and dim with men there
who want only one thing.
But I follow, anyway,
follow those rhythmic
hips into that dark place.
I sit at a stool next to her.
She smiles, offers me a butt,
and I know I am home.
8 comments:
Whoo! Racy! I can see that girl perfectly. Good one! (marie)
See what happens when you let your thoughts Wanda. LOL. My fifth is 'Were we a poem' at www.gregoconnell.com =)
Quite the racy and seedy imagery you have set here.
Pamela
Yes, she must be a coupla barstools down from my Louise. Love it!
oh linda that was so cool... isn't this the best of writing days!! happy day 5 i can relate to what you sed about who is she and where did this come from file and forget
Love the hips as metronome.
Fantastic!
Well! This is really very good...hmmm
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