Booty Call
I watch as she arrives
from my bedroom window.
creeping up my drive.
I open the door, she smiles.
we both knew what time it was.
Fresh out of the club.
she came to me!
bodies crying for me.
wearing a sweat suit,
with nothing beneath.
her fragrance, a musky fruit,
laying there in her birthday suit.
We do what it do!!
I feel like a feather, drifting through empty space .
No wind,
time non-existent..
I've just sinned,
and I grin...
This girl is not a barbie doll,
for me maybe a bit to small.
But in our case,
We're both considered a booty call...
Jared Pickett
11/24/09
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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