A see-through dress
With see-through intentions
Her see-through smile and cheap wine
Didnít do it for me
She crossed her legs and aimed at me
But missed me by a mile
She leaned and showed her sagging tits
I left the wine and her see-through dress
I waved goodbye to her open legs
I saw through her
And her see-though intentions.

Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2017-11-14 at 21:52

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A little too obvious, I guess. It takes away the feeling of conquest for a man, or maybe she just wasn't good looking enough, or you have other interests. Well done and vivid images.