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It's In The Jeans

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It's In The Jeans

 The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes

“Hi princess, can I be of any assistance to get your jeans off
I can imagine it will be a challenge for you without some help”
Smiling and blushing the young lady pass her hands over her hips
Letting the young man imaginations run wild like wild stallions

The bus came and he let her go up ahead of him, like a gentleman
She went into the nearest seat, he sat beside her claiming his territory 
“So, may I come home with you so we can discard this intrusion to your beauty?”
“Well, since you ask so nicely and you are such a gentleman, of course you may”

They got off at her stop and she led the way to her apartment’s door
His eyes never leaving her blue denim clad sexy voluptuous curves
What a treat I have tonight he thought, I will make her want me over and over
I will slowly peel off that tight blue jeans while kissing every inch of her

“Can I get you something to drink,” she ask.  “Yes, may I have a cold beer please?”
He sips his beer, she her tonic wine, while they try to get more acquainted 
With every word he says he draws closer, destroying the space between them
Finally he touches her, peeling the jeans away, the prize within his grasp

He is kissing her all over her face, lips and neck.  Not looking from the face down
Suddenly he looked to where his hands were busy.  Hello!  He is thinking.  Where 
are all the curves?
What is this I am seeing?  All the loose skin kept in by the tight blue sexy denim was 
Things did fall apart, all pun intended, because the young man ran like the devil was 
after him

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  1. Date: 8/29/2012 6:41:00 AM
    Congratulations on your super win in Lisa's "Dirty Deeds" contest Joy. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/25/2012 7:13:00 PM
    Cute one..I need a pair of those jeans..Thanks for stopping by..My mother would grate the coconut when I was growing up and made those delicious coconut layer cakes..Gone are those days..Sara

  1. Date: 6/10/2011 2:00:00 PM
    oh ever so nice to hear from u Joy.. and so happy things are going well... yes us in luv have special essence to share giving hope to others .. I luv Summer and the hot temps and the heated luv.. enjoy your weekend my friend...

  1. Date: 6/9/2011 7:17:00 AM
    wow Joy u took this piece to a whole other level with a passionate story full of anticipation and the stunning descriptions of the jeans ... good luck in the contest which I know Nette will luv.. so nice to hear from u my friend.. I am so behind as we were on extended vaca and catch up is so hard.. but trying luv.. hope all is well..

    Wellington Avatar Joy Wellington
    Date: 6/10/2011 1:50:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Very much so Linda. Tnx.
  1. Date: 6/8/2011 11:50:00 PM
    kind of like judging a book by its cover, great humorous write, that had me entranced until i too was ready to run away, but in my case it would be pure laughter

  1. Date: 6/8/2011 10:43:00 PM
    wow! Joy! men are so silly.. lol.. I hope he pulls a Tom & Jerry run and gets hit by a rake... for being so fickle... great poem.I had so much fun reading,..p.d.

    Wellington Avatar Joy Wellington
    Date: 6/8/2011 11:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    More pecked by a drake would be it. LOL. Sad that stuff like this happens in real life. Some people don't love for who is inside but what they see on the outside