Her lips were wet,
Her hips wide-set,
Her voice rasped deep and coarse.
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Her eyes were shrewd,
Her thighs tattooed,
Her tits a tour de force.
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Her scent of beer,
She bent my ear,
She’d recently divorced.
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With glee I reeled,
When she revealed
The absence of her drawers.
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My world a blur,
“Would you prefer,”
I slurred “My place or yours?”
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But once inside,
She robbed me blind,
That two-bit Trojan Whorse.
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Excellent! Immediate thoughts about how many Greeks have been inside a Trojan Whorse!
Ha! I fear laughing in case this is a true story … but what an amusing piece!
And witty too, by the way!
Not…100% true… ;-)