Sly Stallion of mankind
Zippered up and gathered
Relief behind a thirst quenched tree
Slowly marches back
A long bobbing stride
Propped against the wall once more.
Buff muscles flexed
Geared up for anything
And hand majestically placed
On newly bloated beer belly.
Satisfied grin arises
A sneaky smirk
BUUUUUUURRRRRRP
Much awaited pressure eased.
Manly calloused hand
Rubs harsh, stubbly scruff
A sign of masculine laziness.
And those gorgeous baby blues
Elevate up and down methodically
As SHE saunters by.
His suave mating call “Hey, Baby”
Casually rejected once again
He mumbles to himself.
Deep-hearted snort
Another night ended.
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H2O n CO2 for receptable trees but rejected by beauty of same specie... hmmmm i could imagine the smile yo have. thanks for sharing.md
I do not understand this poem to 100% but I enjoyed reading it 100%. Bill Grace
sounds typical of todays young males. I hark back to earlier days more courtesy same goal in mind. I never ever heard a tree complain
I've quenched many a tree in my youth, and i wasn't marking my boundries! those days are long gone, i grew up! loved your poem! you have talent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delightful fella. Like the 'thirst quenched tree' (or rather I don't if you see what I mean) , Enjoyed it very much. F