I'll cut to the chase,

My buddy was the ace.

I was like the wingman,

If you're a 'Top Gun' fan.

I had to take the frag,

So the honey he could bag

And this girl looked fly,

With legs a mile high.

Mine looked deep-fried,

With a waist a mile wide.

She said "U gonna hit this?"

I said "How the fuck I'd miss??"

So when we got down,

She told me "Go to town!"

I said "You mean country,

And you ain't no principality"

She pointed her finger,

A forest of ginger,

I said "Your sausage digits

Like banana boats for midgets"

It wasn't GPS,

Vaguely aiming at that mess,

I said "It's like a kitty

In an overcrowded city".

With rolling hills surrounding,

How to get to pounding?"

So I ate something out.

It coulda been the couch.

I'd closed my eyes, apologized,

Roughly 'round her thighs.

But that was Act I,

And now the time had come

For the team, put it in,

Aim to finish, not to win.

She said "tear it up for me!"

But like a phone directory,

Ain't nobody could do it,

But I had to get through it.

To cut the story short,

And save the full report,

I joined up with my mate,

And asked him was she great,

He said "She had a dick!

So I got out real quick."

This a great poem.

I like your subtle homage to Serina Williams in it.

SagsWay2low said:

This a great poem.

I like your subtle homage to Serina Williams in it.

I'm sorry, but you're incorrect.

Serena Williams.

I have to do some work for a couple of hours, but I wanted to sincerely thank you for adding some flavor to this forum.

It's not often that a poem posted here is actually...well, a poem.

SagsWay2low said:

I have to do some work for a couple of hours, but I wanted to sincerely thank you for adding some flavor to this forum.

It's not often that a poem posted here is actually...well, a poem.

It wasn't very difficult. It was really easy, but you're welcome.

I've enjoyed your poems too. They're very much poems.