Borrowed p***y

Borrowed p***y

A Poem by Kerouaowski
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An observation

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It'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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Added on November 20, 2011
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