a Glock under her pillow

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cavu182
cavu182
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Sleeps with a Glock under her pillow
but otherwise is pretty mellow
drives a standard pick-up truck
often uses the word fuck,
In everyday dialogue
and on her poorly maintained blog
where she bitches about The State
The Government, her cosmic fate,
She used to smoke, but now has quit
one tough woman, she stays fit
goes to the gym five times a week
little tolerance for the meek,

We sometimes meet for a beer, or lunch
I find her inviting, like her a bunch
she tells me about guys she dates
some she loves, some she hates,
Some times with way too much candor
I feel a bit like Ann Lander
telling her to take it slow
things she should already know,

Sometimes I get a sensual tingle
with this woman, sexually single
she says her offer’s always open
if I would like to go calf ropin’,
Says she’ll wear her boots and spurs
no silk stockings, just animal furs
says she’ll make it worth my while
got her number, and it’s easy to dial,

We finish our drinks, she gives me a kiss
with lots of tongue, not easy to miss
says “give me a call, we’ll do some more”
pats my ass and walks out the door …

cavu182
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twelveoonetwelveooneover 13 years ago
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One of the things I've often wondered about when I see three from the same person, is how much better would the one have been, if the writer hadn't been so busy writing the other two. Another thing I've wondered about, is if the writer had been forced to read others and comment would they see some of the mistakes and miscalls they might otherwise make. Not to single you out, you're just lucky I guess. You have some good stuff, good stuff can be made better, and from what I read of you, you can easily do it.

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