With so many fetishes,
I indulge in every kind
A Rastafarian cross dresser,
with Satan on my mind
I blow my mind on ganja,
with my dreads up in a dew
My girdle pulls my gut in,
but my stockings feel askew
I wear the devil on my chest,
as my eyesight starts to fail
My heels are large; a size fifteen,
my psyche’s kind of frail
I’ll go out on my biggest date,
the opaque’s hide the hair
But for my breasts I use a can,
of curl removing “Nair”
Spandex is a part of me,
I wear it tight and proud
Karaoke at the pub,
Madonna high and loud
In the morn if I wake up,
lying in your bed
I’d say you had too much to drink,
eyes bloodshot and red
Then to make you breakfast,
but as a fetish I don’t cook
But filming is another one,
on “you-tube” you can look
Author notes
Picture not credited not of my own
A contest entry
- Anyone UP For A Nooner? Pic Prompt by lunarlunacy.
400 points, ended January 12, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Shit! You win!
This is hilarious. The humor shines in this warped piece. You got my vote.
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thanks for the laughg
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