Minx In The Woodwork Poem by Belle Violet

Not just quickly, but,
thickly,
I'm in the mix of
a mess;
I can't help but love
getting Trouble undressed.
Here, I have a conundrum
and my plan
is a mystery;
My luck would have it,
I'm developing histories.
There are two boys
that make time for me,
that compete
for a smile from me.
and I'm down with
this,
unexpected polygamy.
My Farmboy, My Rockstar;
I'm breaking hearts, not laws.
It's no wonder, Honeysnake,
why you were enthralled.
It's fun getting it
all out
but beware
the fall out
when you're trying to choose;
you don't want
it should turn out
you lose.
I bet you're bored
and daydreaming,
I wonder
if you're steaming
that I'm putting my assets
to use.

Well,
nothing makes more sparks than
a new fuse, or two.
So I'm moving along.

I'm kissing in cars,
and kissing in bars,
falling for guitars,
loud amps and
Andy's eyes.
He's just as sweet of a boy,
no surprise.
It's no wonder why
he's so charming;
he's shy and
darling.
But, also,
I'm baking.
I'm bubble-bath taking
and morning sex waking.
I'm laying naked, and
cuddled up under
the warm, working hands
of a good, handsome man.
Muscles, and a mustache,
blue eyes, and long lashes.
Perfect, soft lips and
the nicest
of asses.
He's built like a doll,
and, now,
isn't that
odd?

So
thanks
for the heart-hurt;
you know it stirs
them out of
the woodwork.
And they're always
freshly ready
to make up for
the last jerk.
And thanks for wearing
your poison
out of my veins,
I've got time now
to dig farmboys
out of
tight jeans.

See, I'm running with them
before you can blink;
Did you think they wouldn't notice
a cute, lonely minx?