The Teaser - Poem by Meena Mustafa
What's it like being a bad girl
Skimpy dress and short curls
Painted face and high heels
OMG! She's such a tease!
Lacy thong...as she bends
Know now what, the man intends
Charms her with the odds and ends
So that he can be her friend.
From love to lust, he proceeds
Ultimate desire, his sexual needs
He begs her not to make him plead
Wants her to give him what he needs...
His body aches with deep desire
'Cause he knows she's hot like fire
It hurts so good...a pleasurable pain
This is what he wants to attain
It's all done now with a gasp of air
He lights the cigarette...she's not there.
Temptation's a killer when you want things to move along
He thinks he is a player but she controls the song
Oh boy! You are just a sucker and she is the habit you enjoy
Too bad she doesn't care anymore and takes you as a toy.
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