Fiesty Chics

Fiesty Chics

She knocked me down , 
she slapped me wrist,
We hadn’t even really kissed,
She tied the ropes too tightly.

Up off the floor an I got kicked,
Face down upon the bricks,
This shiela wasn’t flighty,
She clawed my chest I did my best,
Ripped of her bloody nightie.

She pinned me by my bloody ears,
Whispered something so sincere,
Thinking  perhaps, I’ll get in here?
And something rose so sprightly.

And then upon my tortured bed,
She sprang and wrestled had it fed,
She rode n rode cor strike me dead,
Explosion it was mighty.

Don Johnson
  
Robert Haig and his Amazon women hey...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
June 15, 2011 at 9:03 PM
hahaha. GEEEZ, fesity chics is right!
Zzzzz Avatar
June 14, 2011 at 1:55 AM
Ha-ha-ha! Yes indeed, I've had a few close calls myself! I quickly learned to only date women who were shorter than me! Thanks for the back-handed compliment, Don! You made me smile. A fun write, my friend! Regards, Robert.
Onclaud Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 11:44 PM
felt like the " war of the roses" movie... women usually win, righto don, lol... such wit! :) huggs, nette
Sweetheart Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 8:17 PM
reminds me of that poignant scene from Body of Evidence with Madonna and William Dafoe.. u forgot the handcuffs luv..oh..
Roberts Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 9:43 PM
fluffy or metal handcuffs Linda Marie?
Johnson Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 7:51 PM
Ladies It's Roberts fault his recent poem i saw, the words erupted i was floored , the competition was exciting, in my time I passed the test, with shielas clawing biting:) xo, Don
Roberts Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 7:18 PM
lively little romp you have penned here Don
Devonshire Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 4:55 PM
This is quite an imaginate story told in verse, Don. Hope it doesn't ever really happen to you. LOL Love, Carolyn (a feisty chick, but not as feisty as the one you describe.)
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