DRESSED IN CLEAR BLACK
Knock-knock-knock-knockRing-ring oh dear telephone!
Waiting kept politically correct
Dressed in clear black
A new lover girl in a big hurry
Sweetness in a tiny package
Kissed from the shower slowly
Dressed in clear black
Her hair fell like stars from the sky
Determined to make a point she rode
Bareback swore sidesaddle out loud
Dressed in clear black
Showed out back to back
Stud poker came ready stacked
A mouth full of licorice the trap
Dressed in clear black
Tap-tap-tap-tap
Codes by my bedroom wall
Breathless forgetting to breathe
Dressed in clear black
A new lover girl aiming to please
Ninety nine pounds and a sandwich
Butter and cocoa lazy running
Dressed in clear black
Her hair fell like stars from the sky
Determined to make a point she rode
Bareback swore sidesaddle out loud
Dressed in clear black
Showed out front to back
Stud poker already stacked
Her mouth full of licorice the trap
Dressed in clear black
In clear black
In clear black
Dressed in clear black
In clear black
In clear black
In clear black
In clear black
In clear black
Dressed in clear black
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-04-08 at 00:02
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