Christian K. Montiel
Nasty Lady. - Poem by Christian K. Montiel
Nasty lady that play around with me, wrap me around of something that I can’t break free.
One kiss, one word, one touch to defuse you mind from the thoughts of guilt that mess up the things between you and me.
Take my clothes off and I would try to take you emptiness from your life, somehow we have to find out how we can’t stop messing around.
Maybe I was a seven or maybe I was a lying jerk? I really don’t know but I know what its is this childish foolishness.
Or I was too smart for you or you were too nasty for me, whatever the case may be, you were such a good nasty lady.
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