Promiscuous


Salacious eyes,
disarming me.
Mesmerizing she’s
devastatingly breath-taking.
Attired to thrill.
Monday child(‘s) face.
Slip-slides – out-of-her-dress she leaves
on her high-heels, leaves on the lace.

She’s got her name tattooed on ten score men.
(Well) There ain’t no substitute, for experience.
I’m holdin’ what she needs, she’s drippin’ lust.
She’s ev’ry man’s wet dream! She’s promiscuous.

A good-time girl.
Skin-flick-deep.
Insatiable.
She won’t let you rest, she won’t let you sleep.
Her Beast within
takes control.
She licks her ruby-lips (‘n’ says)
“Baby, baby let’s rock ‘n’ roll!” (yeah!)

She’s got her name tattooed on ten score men.
There ain’t no substitute, for experience.
I gotta bad case of Lolita-Lust.
She’s irresistible! She’s promiscuous.
She’s got her name tattooed on my broken-heart.
There’s no consoling me, since we broke apart.
I gotta bad case of Eye-Candy-Crush.
I’m still infatuated! She’s promiscuous.

©15.1.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman

I got what she needs, she’s drippin’ lust.


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