This skinny caramel girl with the long legs
Haircut as low as her temper
Perfect B cup titties and boot-cut ass
Walks around my apartment like she owns it with me
Like she owns me.
She wears her blue bathrobe
Puff on cigarettes nonchalantly
Like one who owns life, and all that life consists of.
Her left frontal lobe motley with god marks poke out
And I can see the lining of the turquoise string from the back
As she stoops to lay the bed she fucked me on last night
After she got me heavily drunk on Jameson,
Pinned me down
Choked me singlehandedly as she kissed me
Roughly, and then passionately
The other hand unbuckled me and she straddled me, rode me to ecstasy.
I know she is bad for me,
She can never be the right kind of girl
She can never be my woman;
She swings in ways, bad mannered, an alcoholic, and smokes cigarettes
Loves to fist fight and bed wrestle,
A freak in the streets and a freak in the sheets,
Climacteric, that means my neck hurts from her riding my face with both my hands tied to the window atop my bed,
Plays by only her rules, and doesn’t forgive easily.