Saturday, March 31, 2012

a half a block away

and I could see your hips shaking

drawing the eyes of men

(and to be fair

a large share of their women)

to that dark portal to a hershey heaven

throbbing under those tight pants

the men goofy and flustered (and wanting her...)

the women comparing envying adjusting (and wanting her...)

but all I see is some dark haired angel

leading to where I no longer care to go

sorry dear...but it's your turn to steam things up

I leave the world to its perpetual fire

glad to feel the heat without getting burned...

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