In the heated haste of a hatful moment
the braggart grabbed the woman’s ass
as if she would comply,
but she did not.
You could tell
everything within her
was in deep rebellion
of this kind of belligerence.
When he looked at me
with his arrogant stare
I hit him across the face
with an empty beer bottle.
Felt the glass breaking against his skull
and the blood poured.
Suddenly he was not so big anymore.
He fell to the floor
trying to caulk his own blood.
The woman looked at me
but she did not smile
though you could tell
she was glad
I did what I did.
I turned around
and walked out of the bar
as the crowd huddled over the body
of the asshole
She followed me into the dark alley
Where I was getting into my car
I unlocked the door
and she hopped in
She told her story as we drove down the road
into a fierce deluge of rain.
She told of falling
and crystal pools of dreams
that dried to cracked mud.
I parked at the end of a gravel road
beyond the city lights
and the woman continued talking and talking
Until I pulled her lips to mine and I kissed them
and ran my hands over her breasts
then down her sides pulling her into me.
I took her ass like the belligerent bastard
and as I squeezed tight
she give into me.
Sometimes grabbing a woman
must be done
at the right place and time
even if you are the same asshole.
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Comments
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hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
hahahaha
yeah
i loved this one -
Ouch.. hit him across the face
with an empty beer bottle.
Felt the glass breaking against his skull
and the blood poured.
but I didn't except what happened after this.. well done





