The Wrong thoughts

The Wrong thoughts

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Wrong thoughts.
When his mind came to life
in party mode,
arriving in town
late saturday night.
He knew he should have
brought his gentlemanly thoughts
or stayed at home.
All he saw
was the colour sex.
Neon lamp lights
Red lipstick
High heels
Black stockings
Short dress
Just sex..... raw sex.
He knew who was driving
hearing those voices
all too often before.
T'was the hormones talking
and they didn't have a license to thrill.
If only he brought 
the other personality along,
he just bought a new knife set.
Damn you Jack!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 17, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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