Just this one time

Anthony Stafford

He walked into this bar not knowing she was eyeing him down she was getting ready for the show down. He Sat at the bar ordering a rum and coke and she was on her third line of coke ready to go to work. She sat right next to him knowing she would get the best of him she stuck her hand out and said my name is Jane. He replied with my name is James nice to meet as he shook her hand. No clue he made a contract with the devil she started running on his chest. He started to breath a little heavy sweat started to pour down his head as she was going for the kill. She stood with with a red dress and her six inch high heels. That showed him every bit of her round a$$ knowing her body would be hard to resist. She looked back and said are you coming he took a deep breath and went right behind her they hit the door as they clothes hit the floor. No clue his life would never be the same this day he would never feel the same he reached for his rubber as she laid in the cover saying what the hell not knowing she was straight from hell. It was the best night of his life she will be with him for the rest of his life. He fell to sleep woke up to e empty bed a few weeks later going for a routine check up not know he was messed up. Remember that girl named Jane a real walking doe because that night he will never let go as the result read positive and he thought that fucking ho# she was doing the same thing the next night remembering how john changed her life. One night a hell of a price 

  • Author: Podno (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2018 22:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: So many nights that I can't even remember
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