REMEMBER THE CHICK

[dadio]

Do you remember
The chick? Rikrich said,
Always dressed in pinks

And reds and wore those
Blood red nylons which
Caressed those luscious

Legs and pink dresses
That ended like a
Dream just above the

Knees and she had this
Habit of lifting
The hem of the dress

To show off nylons
And red suspenders
And sometimes if you

Were lucky you’d see
Her pink panties and
Boy then it was like

Having all of your
Birthdays rolled into
One hotspot moment.

You stood at the bar
Staring over your
Beer, taking in young

Rikrich’s small eyes,
His thick lips, the way
His tongue lingered on

The thick lower lip.
Yeah, you said, recall
Her well. She used to

Model for that old
Artist Goldmyer
And sat for hours

While he slowly sketched
And painted her form
In oils. Rikrich

Drew on his cigar,
Stared at you through the
Thick grey smoke. Didn’t

She have the best hips
In the whole business?
Rikrich said, the way

They swayed, the sexy
Gyration, men’s eyes
Were pulled from sockets,

Tongues hung like tired
Bloodhounds after a
Chase. Yeah, you said, nice

Ass, too, and legs to
Be gazed at from those
Angelic ankles

To those heavenly
Thighs and do you know
What she said to me

Once? Eh? No, Rikrich
Asked, what? She said she
Wished that young Rikrich

Didn’t look at her
With his beady eyes
While wiping his hot

Sweaty brow and tongue
Licking his thick lips
As she gyrated

Herself showing off
Her two luscious hips.

[mtmynd]

nicely described... i like it.

[dadio]

Thank you.

[happytrails]

Another good one from the master of the down and dirty.

[dadio]

Thank you. Li ke it.

[happytrails]

You're welcome. * taking a deep bow* my pleasure.