The Girl in Your Rap

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I’m the girl from your rap.

I know I am.

I hope I am.

“She’s got me crazy

picking daisies.”

 

It all happened so fast.

The constant movement and sensation

I didn’t know which way was up.

I couldn’t know which way was up.

I’m one of the guys, no excuses for size.

Hit for hit, the adorable little girl is there.

Dr. Feelgood made me.

And I felt good.

 

Standing in your doorway,

Underwear and a shirt.

Silhouetted against the glow of your beautiful porn.

I stumbled in and found you.

“But she didn’t repay me

wouldn’t even lay me.”

 

That all changed.

A week of non-committal man boy friendship,

We finally consummated our ship.

You gave me a bowl,

A beautiful, colorful, stolen bowl.

I was set, hook line and sinker.

 

You protected me from the angry boys.

You kissed me like you cared.

But afterwards you walked away.

Trying to fight: my breathing and hormones,

I resisted the urge to pull you back.

 

Later you came calling

And I answered eagerly.

Finally a boy with more than three positions.

You took me and I was happy.

 

“All I’m looking for is someone to snug on,

to cuddle on.

Love’s not a crouton you can top on.”

Am I still the girl in your rap?

Reviews

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

This may be a poem that could be entered into the Songfics from your heart contest. Here is a link...
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/4333/
Just paste that into your yahoo web search box if you have one and it takes you right there. I am not sure why it doesn't show up as a link.
The poem was good. It is not my forte (I like rap, I just do not like the way the females get treated by the gangster type of guy) but it was well written.
Love All, Mejasha

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That was pretty good, Kara! I like the way you convey the desire throughout it.