You’re Blowing It

By Da Poet   

On each occasion that I saw her she appeared to be fine,
she seemed to have it altogether everything fell right in line.
But, in one moment I noticed, and it wasn’t very clear,
that which I was seeing, now I’m afraid to share?

She was as gorgeous as they come,
so sweet and delicately debonair,
my eyes were affixed as she let down her long hair.

Silky jet black locks with plenty of room to spare,
flowed from her shoulders down to you know where?
Remember, she had it altogether, but she took me for a fool,
for there were a few things I didn’t know about her,
which wasn’t very cool.

I peeped her as she sat there laying line after line,
I was shocked and amazingly dazed as she sipped raspberry wine.
And then she leaned over with a mini straw in hand,
as she recited these words, what the hell you looking at man?

I thought I was her white knight,
but she was already riding a white horse,
and the moral of this story,
really need not be finish of course?

White lines and white lies,
brought this evening to an end,
I made a vow to myself,
to never see her again.


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