O.T. O'Neill

New Shoes - Poem by O.T. O'Neill

New shoes made you sit this one out
No matter how much I wave my arms, rant and shout
We sit and watch in flashing lights
As waist-lines move promising sleepless nights
The drum beats slow as the guitar sighs
Solid hips gyrate wide open tighs
As lips tremble pleasure from each kissed mouth
New shoes forced me to sit this one out

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011

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