BOG LADY

Poised, and I hear drop them boxers,
My heart skips a bit,
Brown eyes stare, taking all of,
I try lock the door,
“Forget it,” she says.

Pulls up bent over
She says,”grab my headlights,”
The bumper makes me tremble
As shaft meets the cream,
Starts slow and gains momentum.

I pant as I pound,
I catch her brown eyes,
Sending me over the edge,
Room filled with heat,
Her legs so weak,
I complied.

“Wait! Is that a knock. …….

ìsmail’s ♥ poetry works♥

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