Hussy and the cabana boy
She is a brazen hussy,
Grey hair dyed to the roots a bright brazen copper
wrinkled skin not quite filled out by muscle anymore
She takes inventory of all the young men
As they saunter by in their youthful way...
A slow sensuous smile spreads across her face
As she reminisces about her lovers touch and days gone by
Like spider legs in a silk web caught in the ocean breeze
Her lashes flutter…brown eyes twinkle a slight glaze covering the left
Her breathing quickens its pace
As she sees a young mans taut flesh
Her emanciated thighs slowly part
As she closes her eyes and let her thoughts wander
“Hmm” she thinks
The things I could do with that young body and a bottle of Cisco
Her moist tongue peeks out from painted parted lips
As she pretends to taste his sugar sweet mouth
Quench this thirst she silently muses
giggling to herself and fanning her hot face furiously
the cabana boy nonchalantly delivers water to the
lady in dressing room eight...
Grey hair dyed to the roots a bright brazen copper
wrinkled skin not quite filled out by muscle anymore
She takes inventory of all the young men
As they saunter by in their youthful way...
A slow sensuous smile spreads across her face
As she reminisces about her lovers touch and days gone by
Like spider legs in a silk web caught in the ocean breeze
Her lashes flutter…brown eyes twinkle a slight glaze covering the left
Her breathing quickens its pace
As she sees a young mans taut flesh
Her emanciated thighs slowly part
As she closes her eyes and let her thoughts wander
“Hmm” she thinks
The things I could do with that young body and a bottle of Cisco
Her moist tongue peeks out from painted parted lips
As she pretends to taste his sugar sweet mouth
Quench this thirst she silently muses
giggling to herself and fanning her hot face furiously
the cabana boy nonchalantly delivers water to the
lady in dressing room eight...
posted by Sandi K | 9:20 AM
3 Comments:
girl, you are deep! i would like to contribute some of my poetry to "The Scribes Corner"...holla back and let me know if it's ok.
peace blessings and love
genelle (miz e)
here's a lil sumthin sumthin i've written...
Mista D.L.B. (Down-Lo Brutha)
like a thief in the night
he's out prowling the streets
his quarry.........?
any uninhibited freak
protection is not a priority
aint no shame in his game
it's all about the sex
and gettin his freak on
doesnt matter
if it's a woman or a man
or even a she-male
this mofo's gotta have it
and he dont give a damn...
he denies he's bisexual
he denies that he's gay
he just likes the idea
of this dangerous and forbidden play
mista hit-and-run
this sonfagun
throws all caution
to the wind
while deliberately
putting himself in denial
of the danger
he puts himself in
he has no remorse
and no class
he'll give it
and/or take it in the azz
sleazy bathrooms and bars
is where he gets his fix
common sense eludes him
cuz it's all about his d*ck
his woman -- if he has one
is completely unaware
of her man's nocturnal habits
goin here there and everywhere
little does she know
he's already dug them both a grave
because of the secret addiction
for which he obsessively craves....
the game of Russian roulette
that he plays with his d*ck
in time will have him sick
and then eventually dying
a slow tortuous death
not to mention the jeopardy
he's put his woman in
and in a matter of time
both will succumb to
a tragic end
from an incurable 4-letter disease
contracted from Mista DLB
and at the very end
the death certificate will read:
Name: Mista DLB
Cause of Death: AIDS and HIV
from unprotected and risky sex acts
R.I.P
Mista D.L.B...
Ole cabana boy was always starting some trouble- lol. Those were some good times. This was a fun read.
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