S***s and GigsA Poem by taylor.mickles
Well she came over in a trench coat
Had on nylons that went thigh-high Her heels must have been six inches And a slit revealed her inner thigh She stood there in the door way Said "Darling, do you know who I am?" "I'm the girl you met at Victoria's." And she crumpled my address in her hand Now, being a man, I was happy I thought God had answered my prayer Damn, such a sexy woman But, for what was to come, I wasn't prepared She walked over to me And said "Sugar, relax your mind." Then she put her heel up on my leg And rolled the nylons down her thigh She began to slowly undress me I chucked my clothes every which way Finally I was naked "Baby, today's your lucky day." She let her hair unravel From the bun placed on top of her head She kissed my neck then bit it "Take me to your bed." I showed her to the bedroom She said "This should suffice." She pushed me down and handcuffed me "You've got a lot of stuff that's nice." She proceeded to gather items I thought she was doing it for a laugh Until another man walked in My head was the same size as his calf She said "Come on babe, let's hurry, Grab everything you can" They both looked at me then staring laughing "Oh, what an unfortunate man." She tied my waste to the bed frame Then took the watch right off of my arm "This must've been expensive" Then she pulled the fire alarm I was stuck to my bed naked I yelled out and tried to get free But it was completely helpless The firefighters were going to find me I was so humiliated They laughed and gathered around They watched me run through my apartment Until my clothes I found I'll never forget that woman I didn't even get her name Regardless of if she robbed me She was one sexy dame © 2013 taylor.mickles |
StatsAuthortaylor.micklesOgden, UTAboutI love writing poetry. I write about love, hate, violence, peace, death, life, and most of all I write about my own emotions and experiences. I want people to get their own meaning out of my poems and.. more..Writing
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