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The Big Feign
glowing fresh as tomorrow
she sashayed in
a two bottle blonde
with lips lit soft
as jujube rubies
stacked
stiletto high
her slender waist
and second-hand swank
accentuated
a touchingly tender repose
she sighed,
a slow motion sigh
sliding a subtle heartwrench
into the scene
then,
a breathy,
breast heaving plea
"can you help me?"
being a man of sound body and mind
I blurted, "I dunno"
she leaned in
"I'm sure you can
you want to try, don't you?"
still thinking of myself as a man
of sound body and mind,
I blurted, "ok"
that was a major mistake
she had a game plan
and I got played
...big time
note to self:
beware, be scared,
never forget
...not all blondes are dumb
especilly the ones
who want you to think they are
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
just playing with a voice and some images
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Comments
Roscoe Lane
Mon, 2013-11-04 04:49
Love it,
Love it, you play so very well sir. How often have we (men) been fools in this situation. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
brittle light
Tue, 2013-11-05 08:01
one fool to another
many times I have mis-read their intentions...though not all were blondes...I never seem to pick up on cues, and give-aways. My ego likes to trick me into believing my projected fantasies are the real thing!
thanks for relaying your response
I appreciate that
Al
mand
Tue, 2013-11-05 11:25
Ha ha
Brilliant! I love the imagery - and the humour.
A great fun poem - with a serious message. Never let your guard down.
Love Mand xxxx
brittle light
Tue, 2013-11-05 23:00
Hi
thank you Mand.
it was fun to write this one
glad you enjoyed it
Al
wesley snow
Tue, 2013-11-05 17:13
I do so enjoy your language skills.
And I love blonde jokes.
W. H. Snow
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brittle light
Tue, 2013-11-05 23:16
hay
uh, thank you, preeciate compliament onto language scill of mine i has. but I too also born of blond hairs etcetra
so to me I allso like this kinds of joke saying like you do to. some gots it somes don't.!!!!!!!!
later gator aligator
Al