Maybe A Sinner?

-Maybe A Sinner?-
by
Keaton Foster



Those tits
Those hips
What an ass
Stacked from front to back
Without an ounce of class
Shit just be hanging out everywhere
To me it is very clear
Without any question
That she is looking for “love”
And I don’t mean marriage
2.5 kids and a picket fence
I mean a straight up
Down and dirty
Nitty gritty shellacking
And of course
I am just the derelict
The miscreant
To give it to her good
I shout out without regard
Class or any real concern
Hey sweet lips, how much?
She stops in her tracks
Ceases shaking that ass
Turns to me and says
I’m not a whore
I’m no feast galore
This shit ain’t for sale
I’m looking for real love
A future beyond this place
A good man to take care of me
Like a princess in a castle
She adds, matter of fact
You crazy ass mutha-fucker
Where is your white horse?
Biatch, and I use that term loosely
I have no white horse, no castle
No gold, jewels, diamonds or servants
I just have this raging erection
And a wicked case of blue balls
Twenty bucks and the backseat
Of this 1982 Toyota Cressenda
She came closer still
I of course
Readied myself to be slapped
She leaned in real close
Uncomfortably to be exact
And asked
How much you got?





Maybe A Sinner?
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013