“All American Boy”
Where the boys are
He stares at me from afar
Impatiently I wait
With my skirt pulled up to my waist.
When he walks, I suddenly cower
Exhumed by his incubotic power!
A stoic face, a cold embrace
Two arms to hold me nicely
Handcuff me tightly.
We walk on the wrong side of town
Handsome in that ugly frown.
In a crowded mall filled with people
He finds the nearest peephole
With loaded gun
Ready for some good fun!
Dirty hands on my private space
Lipstick smeared all over my face.
The ecstasy is too much
When he holds me in a crunch!
This is life and not a game
To me, the dirt looks all the same.
No fifty shades of grey,
Maybe a blue in a deep red way.
Our equation is quite simple
He is happy and I am sad
I am good and he is bad
Together we make love sick
Like yin and yan with chopsticks
The All American Boy
Home again with my joy toy.
Copyright 2012 High Speed Publications