"sweatiest" poems
Now I'm tired of romance and I just want
a gorgeous naked bombshell to ****
I see those water-filled balloons.
I see the slit of a navel.
Those sultry eyes speak of betrayal,
but those are the kind of eyes
that tell of the hottest, sweatiest love.
Her fake blonde hair gives away her cheapness.
I just want to take off her bra and *******
I see no vein or artery of life in her.
I remember beer and bars.
I affix my eyes to the shadow made by a ****
I see the silk lines of her collar bone and neck.
I realize she's standing in front of a window.
I meet her eye of innocence with mine of admiration,
and I tear up.
You look like you'd take me to court
because I haven't touched you yet.
You look like you'd smoke a cigarette with me.
I imagine she's hiding a ***** she's not fond to look at.
Your chin reminds me of a pickup truck.
You look like you have a baby inside,
then I look at your eyes,
and I realize,
if we really ****** it could be true.
So much for chivalry.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
Dad is never sad
but he is hardly glad
Don't think he is mean
Because he is like a jug of jelly beans
some jelly beans taste good
some taste horrible
just like he can be the best or the worst
He isn't that boring but not to much fun
He isn't messed up but not perfect
But he is the sweatiest when it comes to me.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC