WamathaiToday I read a poem, a powerfully written piece
The kind I’d say I’ve never read before
Interesting and overwhelming reading it is
For the words speak passion and much more
In ways I know not
So I took a pen and paper and gave life to this
Am not as great as he is but my best I bet
Occasionally hitting the nail and often I do miss
but I won’t put it down till my want is met
till that elusive skill is got
I ponder how to some lines come with ease
Yet to others weird is all earned in their grope
Words can be woven to speak volumes of piss
Other times mediocrity they dexterously rope
In them lessons are taught
As wild as imagination grows unto bliss
Mine led me to a place I’d call a tavern
Where whores and gentlemen hug n kiss
Call it hell but I shall call it just another heaven
About it my pen wrote
I sat on a stool and with looks gave her a tease
She walked to me and said that was rude
“ooh really” I said frantically holding her knees
She stared at the hand saying” 50 to get me nude”
And there was all I sought
She dragged me out before I could say yes
So I clutched my trouser to guard my wallet
My heart reluctant to jump on another mess
for empty pockets never bought me a pallet
but in chain I was already caught
holding my hand she led me to the benches
kissing, half hugging she ripped off my shirt
once again amazed at the skill of these wenches
I pulled her up as my clothes fell to the dirt
As her boobs my palms sought
My breath gave away her taste of cheese
her lips moved through my neck down my chest hair
I felt weak as her palms climbed my knees
My member stood when her hands almost got there
Waking from its hair lot
And then she stopped midway and asked for her fees
I jerked and my hands held her close and tight
And whispered in her ear “wait till we end this piece”
She looked at me amazed and said till I pay it aint right
And that is all I ever got
And so as my pen slowly went dry of ink
To a world of reality my disappointment sank
and once again I asked myself why I don’t drink
for then I would’ve something to blame the wank
but an answer I got not
© preston adie