for a bookworm
with a stupid booty
and thick inarticulate
thighs
that open like
suicide doors and
leave me hanging
on their every word
till my heart
turns cold and
my body
goes limp
brain dead
they run psychological
autopsies to determine
what moves me
only to discover
a sex drive that
has me on a
collision course
with hard hearts
and piercing intellects
from learned women
equipped with sharp minds
and bodies curvy as
chess pieces . . .
3 comments:
I love this...what more is there to say.
Bux
Nice to know I'm not the only one with this syndrome ...
yeah, Steve!
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