She was a prize, a balm for sore eyes
At twenty seven a little piece of heaven
With long blond hair at which men would stare
Her sapphire eyes would draw men's sighs
Long legs and butt like a bubble, curves that spoke of trouble
Pearly white teeth formed an angelic wreath
Candy found on a dance floor, the wrapper his eyes did explore
A sweet that caused him to drool turned him into a fool
Thinking his dreams come true when she said I'll come home with you
Wanting to be sure, his hand did explore
Nothing she did ban, he sighed with relief finding she was not a man
Silly boy, I don't have that kind of toy
I'm not like your aunties I don't wear panties
At his house, fingers fumbled to unbutton her blouse
Inside the subject to his quests, two firm snowy hills as breasts
His manhood against his pants did press as she began to undress
For more he started to beg, then gasped as she took off one leg
Then she put her teeth in a glass, pulling padding off her ass
Removing her wig of long blond hair, at her bald head he did stare
Taking one eye from her skull, revealing a deep dark hole
Saying come give me a massage, on her groin a tattoo said boner garage
Beware candy you pick up off a floor, unwrap it before you ask for more
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2026 02:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on the trues story of a friend many years ago
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