The Waitress

The Waitress

A Poem by Awaken the Sleepwalker

She serves a table full of lusters
A cup filled with desire
High heels and a hiked up skirt
The most premisquious attire

A not-so-innocent tug at the skirt
Even a monk would have to gawk
Eyes narrowing, like a wolf
hunting inside an innocent flock

He grabs her wrist and pulls her close
Attempting to force a kiss
His heavy breathe escapes his lips
producing a discomforting hiss

A jock like this is so conceded
Coffee on the head was all he needed

© 2010 Awaken the Sleepwalker


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Nice work with this, i like the imagery

congrats on winning my contest too :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow. Thats amazing work there. You really know how to get the message across

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on June 15, 2010
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Awaken the Sleepwalker
Awaken the Sleepwalker

Boonsboro, MD



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I'm a sophomore in college, and I'm an English major, aspiring to be a high school English teacher. I'd love to use that at an outlet for my writing as well. I've been writing for a while, and I've ha.. more..

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