She was riding me with violence
Then there came this suspect silence,
Our bodies’ short alliance
Had came to a swift end.
Dismounting like a trooper,
She left me in a stupor…
To write on her computer?
I lay there in a daze!
She looked at me with eye of,
The deepest green, they’re kind of,
(you may have caused this rhyme love)
Like a gangrenous dove.
“I’ might continue later…”
I struggled not to hate her,
But it’s not her job to cater
To my seductive gait, or my deviant- like needs.
So I hatched a plan that just might,
Render my plight more trite,
And make my mind-set alright,
To continue through this day.
So I grabbed my **** with vehemence,
and pumped with such experience
that the ceiling’s coat of cream just
might vindicate my mind.
As it was dripping off the ceiling…
I began to get this feeling,
My intent had been revealing
To this cheeky penguin's view
As I looked over to guage her
reaction, I'd ought to savour,
but I was faced with a much stranger
Situation than I’d expect.
She was sitting with a smile...
The umbrella cocked awhile.
She must have seen through my quite vile,
Intentions straight away
She tilted her head slightly,
and with a wink, said quite politely -
"I guess you're done now Riley?
My plan...it worked a treat"
That’s why I like this woman,
She keeps me guessing more than,
a stockmarket versed in Russian,
or a way to end this poem.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
She was riding me with violence
Then there came this suspect silence,
Our bodies’ short alliance
Had came to a swift end.
Dismounting like a trooper,
She left me in a stupor…
To write on her computer?
I lay there in a daze!
She looked at me with eye of,
The deepest green, they’re kind of,
(you may have caused this rhyme love)
Like a gangrenous dove.
“I’ might continue later…”
I struggled not to hate her,
But it’s not her job to cater
To my seductive gait, or my deviant- like needs.
So I hatched a plan that just might,
Render my plight more trite,
And make my mind-set alright,
To continue through this day.
So I grabbed my **** with vehemence,
and pumped with such experience
that the ceiling’s coat of cream just
might vindicate my mind.
As it was dripping off the ceiling…
I began to get this feeling,
My intent had been revealing
To this cheeky penguin's view
As I looked over to guage her
reaction, I'd ought to savour,
but I was faced with a much stranger
Situation than I’d expect.
She was sitting with a smile...
The umbrella cocked awhile.
She must have seen through my quite vile,
Intentions straight away
She tilted her head slightly,
and with a wink, said quite politely -
"I guess you're done now Riley?
My plan...it worked a treat"
That’s why I like this woman,
She keeps me guessing more than,
a stockmarket versed in Russian,
or a way to end this poem.