Blouse & Denim. Debra Stockings. I Was Liking Her More Than Alot.
Hot Coffee, Cowboy Style, Was Hitting The Spot Just When She Caught My Attention.
Sensation (U Know The Kind). She Was Sitting Over There Alone. Instant Thoughts Of Joining Her Led Me 2 Her Table.
Cordial, She Was. We Hit It Off (I Didn't Expect It 2 Go That Well).
Lovable Accent. Lord, How It Kept Up With Her Prettiness.
Minutes Turned N2 Memorable Moments. Of Course, Her Next Cup Or So Was On Me...
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: May 28th, 2023 12:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who Got Next?
- Category: Love
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