maybe you would feel better if i
had a tight ass gripping leather skirt
and ass kicking boots following my
legs all the way way up to what
you think he is looking for and found
in the dark between my thighs late
at night i know it would put out the
smoldering coals of your minor
league jealousy to hear that i promised
him euphoria and he only relented to
the pounding of my techno trance
and fishnet negligee barely holding on
if only i could have double Ds
with faint scars and a metal bar
through my tongue to pleasure him
with a pointed end to stab your heart
i won't tell you then that he came to me
caught in the lock of eyes into my soul
and i spend more time thinking about my own
indiscretions than worrying about other's faults
and their paper doll girlfriends back home
i guess you're not interested in how we
never kissed but cheated nonetheless
when our bodies had the safest
sex possible over a glass of chocolate
milk and the undressing of our minds
don't mind that i sway to count basie
and confide in duke ellington when i'm
alone and i have never even owned
a pair of hooker boots although i do
have the legs for them just think
that all women are seductresses
on an evil mission and it would never
happen to you and could never be you
