PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

With your left hand on my knobby knee



underneath the diner table



I bet you are contemplating whether



I'm willing and able



tables boasting artful coffee stains



with



fifty year old waitresses



complainin' of a migraines



asks us



"What will we be havin?"



we gaze into each other's eyes



smirks and shitty grins



we know what we want to taste



we know what we want to be



diggin'  in



and it's not on the menu today



we just met



and are itchin' to play



I hadn't noticed really



what type of apparel



you came wrapped up in



I just saw your eyes, ass, and I said



"Girl I'm diggin' him!"



And so we sit



you and I



what the hell is he wearin"



he's totally funktified



or at least he thinks



as he licks his lips



he's becoming unappealing



oh GOD he has spit



slipping from the corners of



his lips!



And he thinks he will be between these thighs tonight?



I've been blinded I believe I must have lost sight



of the fact



that the heat that erupted



when he passed me by



should not have been the only factor



as to why I'm now with this guy



who has his grubby little hands between



mylarge luscious thighs



and all I can say to myself is why? why? why?



when the waitress brought us our



matching cups of coffee



and ice cream w/one slice of pecan pie



NO he did not stick his finger in it



and offer it up to my unaccepting lips



in less than a second nevermind a minute



the pie at the tip of his finger



yeah stuck



I can't understand him



i'm really the dumb duck



and now I know why



his appeal mislead my eye



he was delightfully tacky



and totally funktified!