Sweating bodies
Thrusting hips
Lustful thoughts
Pounding hips
Doing the nasty
In the dark
Treating our bodies
Like an amusement park
Sitting all alone
And killing time
Hoping you smile
While reading this rhyme
But if you're not
And your heart's still sad
We can bash his car
Until you're not mad
That was a joke
To all who might read
But the thought is there
So that plants the seed
I have to go
I've said more than I should
I'll cover with the cops
Like I said I would
This poem sounds crazy
I recognize that
But so is leaving
An ass like that
Why should women get to write all the poetry? Hope you see this and get a laugh. You need one.
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