Treated like the VIP,
A cat and a big fish,
A hook and a big Six,
At Miss Delilah's House of Holies,
My Jane was an orchid,
Wearing open silk,
Working the graveyard shift,
In residence at the rotisserie of *****,
Though funk never satisfies,
She still had the energy to simulate;
delight; even interest,
Before negotiating the price of entry.
.She was my class, kind of slick,
.she tickled my ears with wooden dimes.
A small token in exchange for a smile,
She poped on a 20 as she took off her dress.
The petting started with me shedding clothes;
like a snake discards it's unwanted skin.
Her hands tugging with the zipper of my jeans.
Awoman’s touch... Ha HA,
the sultry kiss of *****,
tight and tasty; ***** like a ripe tomato,
Sugar fried and drunk,
She opens her legs,
Her hair smelled like shampoo,
She was on her belly,
knees tucked up as I tasted the fruit,
deep holes filled with ****,
and shaby fingers,
hollow spit and angry passion,
Spinning the groove,
loud and high,
The bed squeaked and a light bulb dangles like a loose tooth,
The disc still crooning love songs,
Sick and spent,
I get dressed to leave.,
I say with a poke,
I couldn't get laid,
Not even in a ***** house.
And i'm in the cold again,
Another old one
The inspiration all came from hello poetry some years back when i was just starting to write more so probably a lot of verging on plagiaristic at tbis early start... trying to find a style thankyou fellow hello poets