Million Dollar Ass

She didn’t wear heels much
That wasn’t her approach
She was considered one of the guys
She has a personality of a butch
With a very feminine touch
She wore tight Texans jerseys every Sunday religiously
She was Catholic
She remembered if she got out of mass in time
It would be fantastic

She slept in a shirt
And boy shorts
She had these dreams
That she just couldn’t abort
She moaned with ecstasy in her dreams
As a hand drifted down in her jeans
She was already topless, showing her small breasts...
And she woke up...

She remembered the dream
She remembered the hand
She tried to fight it
Her hand began to drift
Soon her brain began to understand
Her desires said “Who is the baddest?"
To her sexual interest
As she reached inside her shirt
She moaned
While she was alone, and whispered...
“Eat this pussy.”

She pulled her boy shorts down
Rolled over and smiled
She caressed her round mound
Admired it,
Played with it,
No wonder they want all of this.
She took her cell phone, took a selfie of it and typed:
“Million Dollar Ass, you can’t afford this.”