Gigolo Poems - Poems about Gigolo

Got fired for loafing on the job. I shoulda seen it comin’. Crossing a street, a car hit me. I shoulda seen it comin’. A foul ball hit me on the head. I...

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beyond Sampson Canyon where the wild ones were dark Knight the lead stallion stormed into the fray master speciman of equine handsomeness lusty females followed him out, their hooves stomping and stamping there goes the whole herd a rookie cowboy observed. we are going to capture them down at tuscon's south pasture this was stated by the Triple Z’s...

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How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel An absolute thrill couldn't believe it's was real Suddenly that annoying girl next door Creates a stirring right down to your core When wrestling with her she was one of the guys Now its...

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They wanted me to do this - 'Do you mind if I watch?' I said: 'No' - as a seasoned pro, it was nothing, someone said to me: 'How can you make love when you don't love them?' That was my job. Of course, it may not be a thing of beauty, supposing that I didn't satisfy them, rarely, if so,...

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When I was a young lad of just twenty-three Wanted to be a gigolo between you and me Had the equipment Had the commitment Only thing missing was partners you see...

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Lock him up, throw away the key. Giggles and titters. I am not kidding, it’s Johnny, girls. Lock up your hearts. He is a ladies' man. We thought they were being funny. We were immune to bad boys like this. Until we met him. And by then it was too late....

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GIGOLO Decent, Devoted and Dependable- most necessary for Gentlemen, quit disastrous to a Gigolo ! Must get spread about, cannot leave a doubt; I'm most despicable ! Despicable did I say? notorious in the hay? Matters not the day, won't you come and play? For a bit of wine and a loaf of bread, I'll gladly share your bed. Render to me- which is fun and profitable and I'll follow any...

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A young gigolo called Timothy Gave sex for an exorbitant fee But his passionate style Sure made all ladies smile… (I’m hoping that he’s got room for me!) 02~13~17...

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You take care now, Harold, and don't slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold, and it's being waked in empty bookstores. Soon all bookstores will be dead, Harold, and then you will have no good reason to go out on the ice. At our age, Harold, ice can be lethal so take my...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool, Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt. All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool, But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the pay dirt! Old Zack in this small Texas town is reputed...

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How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel What an absolute thrill can't believe it's real Suddenly that annoying girl next door Creates a stirring right down to your core When wrestling with her she was one of the guys Now its...

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Rugged and handsome with perennial tan Distinctive and stylish, a real ladies man Wining and dining all goes on the tab Along with “entertainment” in the back of a cab An invite for coffee at his hotel This Romeo won’t kiss and tell An exquisite encounter, but where will it end That all depends on how much you spend Contract sealed...

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Everybody knows him as Alessandro, the handsome gigolo of Via Veneto, and his lucky charms he sells to many a gorgeous lady, he approaches them and says, " Mademoiselle, parle vous Francais?" as he struggles with words, she replies,"Oui" And he continues with a perfect accent, "Je t'ame!" shocked by the womaniser, the slender French young woman looks at him and starts to...

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Is you is or is you ain't sweetest devil or smoothest saint? All dressed up in suits and ties your smile is empty behind those eyes. Your words drip of sweet honey, as your mind trips only on money. Is you is or is you ain't a lover of women or a pimp to taint the latest sweet young thang with empty promises of...

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