12-24-2011, 04:31 PM
She was complicit as leather,
had a blue suede sashay,
she could make a man hurt,
when she walked in his way.
Gams firm as hot gold,
while her ass rode a vamp,
she could be a prim lady,
or a rough tomboy scamp.
Many men have dreamed of her,
but she doesn’t exist,
and even if she did,
it’d play out like this.
She’d fight you till death,
never would she be owned,
rather die from despair
having lived life alone.
©2011 ~Erthona
had a blue suede sashay,
she could make a man hurt,
when she walked in his way.
Gams firm as hot gold,
while her ass rode a vamp,
she could be a prim lady,
or a rough tomboy scamp.
Many men have dreamed of her,
but she doesn’t exist,
and even if she did,
it’d play out like this.
She’d fight you till death,
never would she be owned,
rather die from despair
having lived life alone.
©2011 ~Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.