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you weren't doing it right

by Ava Blu

he was on the couch,
as i sat in some whoreish nightie just waiting for him to pounce
like the villain i know he is

she called,
wanting to come over
[you know the type]

i said sure, why not
as he isn't doing a thing

she came
oh she came!

we did what we shouldn't do,
jesus watching
[be careful!]


we did what we wanted

her lips on my lips and his tongue in my pussy

it was a good night
until her husband's shotgun came through the mobile home door

i ran
he bled and lost a leg

i don't fucking care

she still calls me for a quickie.

07/15/2007

Author's Note: so i needed her.

Posted on 07/16/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 07/16/07 at 08:55 PM

lol This is cute, honey. Very nice. ;o)

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