Smoke filled barroom
And a pint of Guinness
He catches my eye
With his tall good looks
Flirtations exchanged,
The mention of no panties,
And he’s mine,
For the night anyway
Dusty dirt roads
Where passion is found
In the front seat of his Jeep.
Nothing comes to mind
But the pleasure of his tounge
As he consumes me
And tells me
How sweet I taste...
What did you think
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The title is apt,the poetess paints unbridled lust.Hope that was Draught Guinness " The mention of no panties and he's mine" made me smile as certainly every lusty guy would enjoy the invite within the imagery.Liked the alliteration within dusty dirt. NB tounge/tongue.A racy write,all the way to the Jeep!
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Well
Sounds like youthful bliss. But as we get older more of the bastard comes out I think
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well now...I can see I need to find a pub that sells Guinness...lol
nicely penned...an evocative look at passion. An enjoyable read.
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lol...I meant Guinness. Gotta love spell check.
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Great piece of writing. I can easily see the scene and emotions.
I love that you mentioned Guinnous by the way. Guinnous Rocks!
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Loved it
I liked it cause is so real and well writen
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Thank you so much!
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Topless no doubt...the jeep that is...
That just brought to mind a jingle and how much different it is when viewed through British eyes since the hood of a car is called a "bonnet" over there...
Everything's better with Blue Bonnet on it...lol
Have a lovely week...Eddy
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How sweet do you taste?
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Wanna find out
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Perhaps.
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