Trish
Trish
Hairless legs and eyes of green
Bright red hair like a fire is seen
Bosom filling out her shirt
Make her jealous ?
Do not flirt
greeneyes flash
when she’s annoyed
lesser men have been destroyed
be alone at end of day
watching every word I say
hanging on me crucyifix
sent to Coventry with the hicks
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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