Denim & Leather Poem by Charles Hancock

She was pleasingly clad in denim and leather
And I, well I am nothing but a lecher
Her hair length was down to her mid-back
And was slightly wavy and jet-black

When my view got to her backside
I bit my lip and nearly cried
Her bosom was nothing short of ample
As far as lady lumps, she was a fine example

Estimating her age to be about thirty-five
What kind of tactics could I contrive
I bet she has heard every pick up line
I'll just send her over a glass of wine

So, I ambled over and said my hello
Man, was I feeling it down below
She inquired if I had sent over the drink
I just smiled and gave her a wink

She stated that her moniker was Diane
And she had just relocated from Spokane
We talked about her for the next hour
She had another wine and I had a whisky sour

I undressed her with my eyes
And thought of everything that implies
I would say the night ended well
But unlike some, I don't kiss and tell