Borrowed p***yA Poem by KerouaowskiAn observationIt's a psychological game, I hand out smiles all day, some get returned, some get spurned, but how often do I turn, to see a taken lady, smiling, filthy at me, return or not? look back, I still meet her eyes, what a dilemma, maybe, are they all to be untrusted? or should we not be anchored? from experience I say, go for it, or, do I have a huge wart, on the back of my head? © 2011 Kerouaowski |
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