RAVE

the way it was

I was never the raving beauty

My sister was

She always had the guys just by

Batting her eyes or because.

.

My requite came in spite of it

Maybe because of my twit

Or fighting it, the draw I felt

Or the scent the dogs smelt

.

A daily battle, prolonged war

It was never what I longed for

The dick, the prick, always too quick

Never thick enough but lots to make me sick.

Reviews

[Vol]

Forever,
True Grit. I admire the strength of any woman who can put aside all the petty whining and moaning because life is not perfect, who tells the truth with words for bricks instead of pillows. Pretty isn't enough to accomplish anything, but beauty that comes from bone marrow, tendons and guts always says something important. Another great one!
Vol

[ETERNITY]

VOLCANO, I'm posting her picture so try to refrain from erupting

[Vol]

No refraining necessary, madam, and the eruption of verbal response or any other kind is in acceptable proportion to the stimulus...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

@Vol ...of course. The proportion in comparison to the stimulus is exactly what I expect thereby my acknowledgement, my dear. You are a red blooded (o.m.g.) MAN...Go for it.