03-08-2013, 12:34 AM
I really like the core of this poem, but, if I may be so bold:
Casually she rubs under her breast,
lights her bong with a lighter
stolen from the charity shop,
where she use to work part time.
Plump like a calf's,
her tits loll across her upper arm.
Eyes wide, she draws smoke deep
into cavernous lungs.
I kiss the small of her back
just above crease of her Rubenesque arse,
rest my thumbs in the dimples
at the base of her padded spine.
"fuck off you dirty old bugger"
she snorts, like a pig hunting truffles,
tells me to leave the money
next to the enamel basin.
I think about leaving a tip...
Decide she wasn't worth it.
Please feel free to ignore everything I have done...
Casually she rubs under her breast,
lights her bong with a lighter
stolen from the charity shop,
where she use to work part time.
Plump like a calf's,
her tits loll across her upper arm.
Eyes wide, she draws smoke deep
into cavernous lungs.
I kiss the small of her back
just above crease of her Rubenesque arse,
rest my thumbs in the dimples
at the base of her padded spine.
"fuck off you dirty old bugger"
she snorts, like a pig hunting truffles,
tells me to leave the money
next to the enamel basin.
I think about leaving a tip...
Decide she wasn't worth it.
Please feel free to ignore everything I have done...