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Aug 2017
Hello my names Wayne, I didn't catch youres"?
When all he wants is a ***** against the wall
Seedy surroundings, and poor decor
" oh god.. why did I come? This is all such a bore"
The music is playing a " rave from the grave"
I'm asked for a dance ( he could at least have shaved)..
He lurches round the dance floor
All fingers and thumbs...
  Oh god! now he's got his hand on my ***!
" you look like you're 38 he leeringly says...
And that remark had nothing to do with my age.
With my elegant black dress and string of pearls
" let's not sit down yet " he said
" just one more turn?"
"Hey Can l come back for coffee?"
He said with a wink
" you must be joking "
I said with a smile.
" l'm afraid that isn't really my style"
" what you doing down here then"
He said in a strop..
" and you didn't quite hear me"
" read my lips... *******!!!!!
Geraldine brennen
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Geraldine brennen  66/F/Bath somerset
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