Her eyes were as brown as her breasts,
firm double D’s, that she wasn’t afraid to show off.
A tall chocolate shake in a dress she thought made her look classy.
She wanted to appear impenetrable, because the world was as hard as my dick (which is really big, by the way).
She had a sultry drawl, locked inside of her golden throat and glossy lips,
but nothing she said made any sense,
just a sweet, shrill soliloquy as she stared into my eyes.
Some might think she kept eye contact to keep my respect,
but deep down, I knew it was because of her deep desire for me.
I can read a girl like that, like I can read her pretty little poems,
because I’m as literate as I am interesting.
She licks her lips, and I know what’s up.
She might disappear into the dark with a dame, but she has to come back eventually.