Hummmmmmm. Your move!


AT SIXTEEN (BY TWENTY ONE)

Talkin' 'bout a cat on the prowl
Hell I waited five years for a kiss
And forced the issue beyond please
Twenty one and a stick of dynamite

I shook it for him on the dance floor
He stood in total shock, hips and ass
Held my liquor better than he thought
Grabbed him by the collar tits for tat

At sixteen
I was a good girl
A real good girl
Someone's daughter
At sixteen

By twenty one
Thoughts all naughty
I played with fire
Struck a fifty-fifty deal
Saturday night he hired

Yep, I laid in the cut for his butt
Never had another man, never will
Taking what I wanted needing more
Twenty one and a sawed-off shotgun

I rode him in the Kentucky Derby
Posted inside I came first, he second
Kept my stride when others broke
Grabbed him by the collar tits for tat

At sixteen
I was a good girl
By twenty one
Set ablaze

At sixteen
Damn near grown
By twenty one
Hell, you ask him!



Copyright, Nina Lee 2014
All rights reserved by author 2014




Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2014-06-27 at 01:40

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