….the bar
….this poem is not ment to be deeply penetrated, rooted into your thought process as in the normal pieces i would write. its simple, straight to the point, sorta kid like as in a candy store. like how i am about my my liquor. ENJOY!
I’m headed to bar, where
She make noise, and
I make noise wit her
Have fun, get loose
I may grunt
I may moan
Wit her
I hear studs ain’t suppose to scream but if the head is good
Shiiiit, I’ma scream with her
69 position
Who can please the most
We in competition
Before intermission
Where our pussies linger
In the tribe position,
Kissing…
Playing in each other Lip gloss
Til our pussies glisten
Now listen,
I wanna be pretty straight forward with her
All this four play is good
I don’t mean to be selfish, But
[ I ] wanna drink
Her liquor
Hold the ice Mr.
I need her to be strong
Now I’m ready
For my drink
So
I’m headed down to the bar
To get drunk off of her liquor
…noise
