It doesn't matter if he's faithful
I want it
I got it
I'm beautiful..
You see it
while you grind your teeth at night
WISHING you were me
can't you see..
it's not a night out with the guys
he's fucking who he really wants..
sorry it's not you..
as he sits up..he puts on his pants,
his cell phones ringing..
its you..
he answers anoyed
"yes baby, I'm on my way"
"The game was great"
The game he's playing with you.
It's great
"Yes baby I'm getting in my car"
fucking me was never so good
5th time this week.
I know how to get..and keep my men..
I can get dinner,
Lunch,
Dimonds,
perls,
and sex.
HA..
A contest entry
- A contest for the Perv by Amera.
1000 points, ended August 14, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ha ha ha ha. Very funny. I wish I had time for such things. This is very cute and a great idea... you managed to do both options simultaneously! I am loved AND roasted. So cool.
Three Bunnies!
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Damn! No wonder he's always too tired for me. It's my breasts right? They're too small! I knew it!
LOL, great job and something I wasn't expecting.
Good luck in the contest!
Love,
Amera &heart;
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