by freakyfreaky469
Inspired by true events. Every week at the store by my house comes this bitch, all dressed up like the grocery store is where to wear your finest garb. I watch as she turns heads, though she, unlike the bitch in the poem, seems mostly unaware though, doesn't seem to notice the men following her...once I saw her in an almost sheer tee shirt, a lovely coral color, no bra...could barely stop myself from throwing her down and fucking her in the candy aisle.
Your observations are spot on as I think all the main grocery stores have their resident 'tease'..... A few of the rhymes are a stretch but the story line and content were fun to read and review. Thanks for sharing.
"on the hunt, with her cunt, and cart of bananas" it's been in there for days. Thanks a lot.
The words keep running through my head. Caught up in the haze... Does she find what she seaks or continue to leave tongues wagging in a daze?
I enjoy reading your poetry. Thank you for sharing!