Beer Drinking Heartbreaking Woman
Posted: August 30th, 2005, 4:45 pm
She was tossing back beers with the boys.
You could tell they were her toys
wishing to be played with,
but love in her eyes a myth.
She wanted free beer and wine,
and when you passed out you’d find
her gone like the daylight
left to play with yourself in the night.
She thought love was a game of chance,
the wager steaming romance,
as she played hard
her pussy the wild card
used sparingly or not at all.
Matter of fact few saw
her sweet thing shaved bare,
and if you dare
take a peek without asking first
she’d wet your thirst,
and leave you high and dry
never to taste her honey pie.
She was tossing back beers with the boys.
You could tell they were her toys
wishing to be played with,
but love in her eyes a myth.
She wanted free beer and wine,
and when you passed out you'd find
her gone like the daylight
left to play with yourself in the night.
I once wished to be her toy
but she was the horse, and I Troy
fell to her deception
learned love was my misconception.
The light in her eyes that shine
wasn’t love but the hurting kind,
and when the smoke cleared
to see what I most feared.
Only emptiness
red lipstick lips from a parting kiss
perfume lingering on unwrinkled sheets.
At least she left my dick to beat
in frustration,
after the wasted anticipation.
Now I laugh at the boys
her toys
and stay far away
knowing she can never stay
with any one man,
her love fluid as flowing sand.
8-29-05
You could tell they were her toys
wishing to be played with,
but love in her eyes a myth.
She wanted free beer and wine,
and when you passed out you’d find
her gone like the daylight
left to play with yourself in the night.
She thought love was a game of chance,
the wager steaming romance,
as she played hard
her pussy the wild card
used sparingly or not at all.
Matter of fact few saw
her sweet thing shaved bare,
and if you dare
take a peek without asking first
she’d wet your thirst,
and leave you high and dry
never to taste her honey pie.
She was tossing back beers with the boys.
You could tell they were her toys
wishing to be played with,
but love in her eyes a myth.
She wanted free beer and wine,
and when you passed out you'd find
her gone like the daylight
left to play with yourself in the night.
I once wished to be her toy
but she was the horse, and I Troy
fell to her deception
learned love was my misconception.
The light in her eyes that shine
wasn’t love but the hurting kind,
and when the smoke cleared
to see what I most feared.
Only emptiness
red lipstick lips from a parting kiss
perfume lingering on unwrinkled sheets.
At least she left my dick to beat
in frustration,
after the wasted anticipation.
Now I laugh at the boys
her toys
and stay far away
knowing she can never stay
with any one man,
her love fluid as flowing sand.
8-29-05