18+ a twisted adult poem about a man looking for a lady of the night. |
-Maybe A Sinner?- by Keaton Foster Those tits Those hips What an ass Stacked from front to back Without an ounce of class Shit just be hanging out everywhere To me it is very clear Without any question That she is looking for “love” And I don’t mean marriage 2.5 kids and a picket fence I mean a straight up Down and dirty Nitty gritty shellacking And of course I am just the derelict The miscreant To give it to her good I shout out without regard Class or any real concern Hey sweet lips, how much? She stops in her tracks Ceases shaking that ass Turns to me and says I’m not a whore I’m no feast galore This shit ain’t for sale I’m looking for real love A future beyond this place A good man to take care of me Like a princess in a castle She adds, matter of fact You crazy ass mutha-fucker Where is your white horse? Biatch, and I use that term loosely I have no white horse, no castle No gold, jewels, diamonds or servants I just have this raging erection And a wicked case of blue balls Twenty bucks and the backseat Of this 1982 Toyota Cressenda She came closer still I of course Readied myself to be slapped She leaned in real close Uncomfortably to be exact And asked How much you got? Maybe A Sinner? Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |