Booty Call

I need to make a booty call
To pick me up from my fall

Some strange would be nice
Familiar could do
I could use some ice
You have a fetish for shoes

That’s cool with me
Just get on your knees

I don’t really care to get laid
But revenge is on my mind
There is a debt to be paid
I know these words sound unkind

My heart was torn out
I have no more clout

I’m not looking for a whore
Just someone loose and free
These thoughts I abhor
But they’re inside of me

Someone should answer my screams
Preferably someone in my dreams

This poem won’t score me any points
I’ll probably get drunk instead
Then I’ll smoke a joint
Conjuring thoughts in my head

What I really want is passion
But apparently it is out of fashion

Women would rather hurt you
All so they can feel good
Whatever it is I must do
I want to feed on some boobs

All this sexual frustration
What a silly situation

You can take this seriously
I prefer that you not
I could fuck you furiously
I’ll show you what I got

Just answer my booty call
We’ll definitely have a ball

I can certainly make you squirt
You’ll cum like never before
Afterwards you can wear my shirt
When you pick yourself off the floor

A booty call is all I ask
Are you up to the task

It’s not about longevity
It’s what you do with the time
We could have a quickie
That would be just fine

If there’s anyone willing
I’ll provide the filling

My cock in your cunt
How fun could that be
Then we’ll hit a blunt
And it’s back to your knees

Suck on my dick
You slutty ass chick

You should hum on my balls
Just put them in your mouth
Your pussy has walls
I’m going down south

I love how wet you are
Did we meet in a bar

Sorry that I forgot
I was just so buzzed
I know not what
Except to say because

I simply wanted to fuck
Apparently I was in luck

Now it’s time for you to leave
Don’t argue to stay
There is no reprieve
Thanks for the play

So until next time
Keep me in mind