Instead of skirts and pantyhose
she likes to wear
ragged blue jeans and tee shirts
instead of being
a little lady so prim and proper
climbing trees
riding motorcycles at high speed
just like a guy
she loves to be bad as she can be
satin and lace
you’ll never see her wear at night
a wedding dress
pure and white makes her want to
puke and barf
inside a church she won’t allow
herself to be seen
insisted on our getting conjoined
down at the local
auto body shop and salvage yard
yet that very night
oh so far away on our honeymoon
in my arms alone
from a tomboy into a sexy woman
she transformed
shucked off the tight leather outfit
she was sporting
in five seconds flat made me glad
that I’m her man
rocked my world that very night
between the sheets
of our full size bed then and there
as I found myself
madly leaping for joy deep inside
the velvety sheath
of the honeycomb of her wetness
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Five Seconds
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