The WaitressA Poem by Awaken the SleepwalkerShe 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
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2 Reviews Added on June 15, 2010 Last Updated on June 15, 2010 AuthorAwaken the SleepwalkerBoonsboro, MDAboutI'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..Writing
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