Her name is Sarah
But they call her
'Slick'
She is as slippery
As they come
No one k n o w s
Better than I
We went out
On a date
Dinner & drinks
And she paid
Back to her place
For a nightcap & dessert
Nightcap was brandy
The dessert was me
Or so she thought. .
It takes more than
Dinner & dessert
To get me in
Your bed
I need kisses,
Hugging & mutual
Respect,trust
Then the rest. .
Should fall into place
'Slick'
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Your poems tell me you write stories. Your verbage tells me your train of thought needs lots of track. This tells me.. You ARE a BOOK writer. I would love to read a book from you that tells the entire story. Now that would be exciting to read*
It's funny how many people I've known called Slick! How Ironic!
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It's funny how many people I've known called Slick! How Ironic!
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Nice work.
Michelle lee Schaeffer
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