kingdom wenches
The sweet glow of their skin
it flickers and my eyes are slaves
They sing and they clap smiles reach ear lobes
Caramel and alluring
They sit on laps and feed pigs on flattery
Part of my person almost felt envy
Their makeup drips and drops- heat of the night
Flirting in their short skirts into the dawn
Want slaps thrice before it´s tucked away like a small pet
The fruit of a woman- the man´s mind it´s basket
Teased and taunted we walk a carpet of urges
Unnecessary appeal spins a web over the night
Their beauty under barlights readily available
Hotshots and heroes rocking beds with it afterwards
In lines like fastfood queues mouthwatering anticipation
bedding them and sweating them into dehydration
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