BanditA Poem by MoriartyMesaNote to Daddy, "Gone for a ride with The Bandit, Hugs and kisses"
Daddy say's ' he aint nothin but trouble'
"Trouble drives a Cyclone, black chrome trim, engines that tempt tin horn law." Daddy say's a lot of things, but he don't know The Bandit, he don't know the ways my thigh's shake, just from his smile. But when he kicks up that hot lazy dust, that black glare from the hood, those cool brown leather seats, Daddy's say's 'Bandit ain't no good' daddy can't see his smile. Spin that car up front and open my door, kiss me, hold me, steal my heart with your devilish smile. Daddy would kill me if he knew, front seat and cool air on my sweaty thighs.. Bandit knows the road, The turns, the bumps, grips, 'won't you just grab my hip's' The Bandit smiles as he smokes passed another tin horn. His hands creep across...........................and grips the stick! He grins,
Tin Horn blood boils, Oops, "that tin horn looks like daddy", Ain't no worry for The Bandit, another grip of that stick, see you at Church on Sunday.................Daddy © 2012 MoriartyMesaReviews
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9 Reviews Added on June 30, 2012 Last Updated on July 5, 2012 AuthorMoriartyMesaGONZOLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!, CAAboutI am back! And in the word's of someone i met at a bus station. I cant remember. more..Writing
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