Ever felt like you had the one
for you, and
you just let her duck out?
See, I got this girl.
See, I had this girl.
See, this girl really fucked me,
see?
This girl was an island girl.
This girl fucked in torrents.
Argued in cannonball barrages.
And hugged like a linebacker.
Those island girls are thick:
all thighs,
all ass,
all fire
like the volcanoes we all come from
and forget to remember.
But they remember.
And they live it.
See, this island girl, was a bigger, thicker one,
and I could throw her around any way I wanted.
And she liked it,
and I liked it,
and,
I'm telling you,
this island girl could take an ass-canning whooping
like nobody.
I mean, I'd make sure her vagina became
a bruised rose
and she felt it.
But,to talk about love,
the sex was a good thing,
but she could argue,
and I think I like that
more than I'm beginning to realize.
Just like a short poem on a horny day.