SLOWLY DYING SELVES. -STRONG LANGUAGE-

[dadio]

Once men would whistle as you went by them
And their eyes would lick at your tight buttocks.
Some men dreamed of you; dreamed of making love

To you while fucking their wives. Many men
Had your image tucked in their wallets or
Framed and placed on mantleshelves or hidden

In cupboards and their wives hated your guts,
Your tight buttocks and your bouncy breasts. Now,
Honey, the men no longer whistle as

You slowly go by them their lips are still
And silent and their eyes no more lick at
Your soft buttocks. No men dream of making

Love to you now as they fuck their wives, or
Have images of you tucked in cupboards
Or wallets or framed on mantelshelves; they

No longer think of you now; they think of
Their dull wives or their slowly dying selves.

[joel]

Und hat sie noch gelacht!

[creativesoul]

perhaps i am amused
i know that you love writing- and that your characters are enhanced by your descriptions
i enjoy reading bout them

[dadio]

Thank you, Joel & creative soul. I hope she can, Joel.

[rshreve]

"Speechless"
Don't get me wrong I loved it but
"Speechless"

[dadio]

Thank you.