She-Devil June 23, 2009
Posted by Tel in Slick.Tags: bisexual, gay poem, gay poet, gay poetry, lgbt poetry, lust, Poem, poems, Poetry, sexuality, str8, straight, straightness
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she sauntered in
like a whirlwind,
small and inconspicuous
kicking leaves about
in an otherwise quiet corner
she offered red, swirled
licorice in her right hand
blue skirt flailing about her waist,
but there was something seductive
about the way that red candy twirled
and spun, long and semi-hard,
landing in and wetting her mouth
if i were straight, how could i resist?
but i’m not, so i chose the licorice
Ha! The last two lines of the second verse are very cleverly seductive… if I were NOT straight, how could I resist?
If I liked liquorice, I’d settle for just that… seems I’m left with nothing, Tel.
This is the story of my life.
I’m searching for that corner you just painted. I want to see! Good work. Thanks for sharing!
I like the last two lines too! Cheeky stumper!
You can look for Mr. Lucifer and I’ll settle for his missus! =)
Give me the She-Devil any time – she can have my “licourice”! =)
muHAhaHaHa!
If there’ are two things I like, it’s being called “cheeky” and “smart” in the Queen’s English sense of the word. THANK YOU!
Love it!!!!!
Thank you kindly.