You wore those nets, ashy hue;
Those lips of yours, bloody rue;
Nylon lashes: is it true?
Tangy scent bathes within you.
Dripped saliva: he’s blunted;
He gazed in awe, unwanted;
Every move, glare, encrypted;
His lust sure is, undaunted.
Sitting there, jeopardizing;
Groin-high seam, fantasizing;
This man, craves your cupsizing;
Mother’s rolled eyes, increasing.
20th of April, 2012
©2012, J.B. Tamayo
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like it…
thank you dean, I’m glad you liked it..; )
This is great, Jymiely…Really grabs on and intensifies toward the end,,,(ohhhh a touch of insomnia)
i hate that girl, she sat beside me yesterday in a public vehicle, her skirt was arrgh!… I wanted to tell her to pull it down but I thought she doesn’t mind if people are looking at her, sigh 😉
sad picture of pretentious femininity ~ she isn’t that different from any gal, be happy you’re uniquely yourself in perfect hues and shades and nuances that are convincing.~ Deborah
your right deb.. though i already have a husband, i still keep those kind of “scenery” only for his eyes to see..its a sad thing that this is prevalent nowadays… 😦 thanks for stopping by deb 😉
“Tangy scent bathes within you.” Loved that line! Was a very good read 🙂
i’m happy that you liked it… hey, I saw your new challenge… better grab that thinking cap right away 😉
Hilarious
I love this, a really well written poem. Well done.
Nice write. Reminds me of a lot of girls in my neighborhood.
yeah they are prevalent nowadays 😦
Glad to see the semicolon is not going out of style… 😉
glad you notice it …thanks 😉