shes a big girl she knows what she's doing to him and to me she takes her tightest dress in june and goes out going to meet her man going to screw him going to pleasure him and get hers she makes all the guys hunger for her and all the girls hate her and old men weep when she walks by she passes me on the street turns and smiles at me i drop my eyes than look at her back maybe i love her though i just met her maybe i want her though i just saw her she knows my brother and my cousins but not me and if she took my hand and invited me to go i wouldn't tell i could love her more and more but i don't know her and so on and so on she walks slowly down broadway the guys lusting for her she ignores them and the boy who's whistling she crosses belmont and keeps walking she's going to see her man and i curse my luck cause i am not him she keeps walking her hair blowing in the high winds passing the mcdonalds and the pole that bends maybe she loves to walk and tease and please and maybe she just likes the attention she gets to his home and they greet without being seen that's no small feat and the night rolls on and rolls on asleep at home in my bed i dream of her her smile haunts my sleep and i ask out loud in sleep when will i see you again
Reason for writing:
every day i see a pretty girl
and i want her, but usually can't' have her
Birth sign: Aries
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