She’s got on way too much makeup
but he doesn’t care about that.
She’s wearing black leggings
that leave little to the imagination.
He stares at her ass, lavender lace
peeking out above her waistband,
even the white tag works for him.
Her ass tells him she’s the perfect woman
but he hopes she won’t speak
and draw his attention
back up to her makeup.
I’ve neglected this website for almost 4 months, but boy have I missed your words! Your short stories and poems always manage to cheer me up when I’m feeling blue.
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That’s kind of you to say. Thanks.
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