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Poetry By: dadio


Submitted:Jun 16, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Aldrush dished the dirt, sat the girl down,
Looked at her as she sat, took in the short
Skirt, the thighs. The girl couldn't believe
The dirt told, began to cry, sobbed into a
Tissue, looked at Aldrush, took in his eyes,
Deep staring. Aldrush lit a cigarette, offered
The girl one, she took and he lit up, they both
Puffed and exhaled. He watched her lips
Holding the cigarette, her eyes puffy and red,
Her hand, ringed, in her lap. The girl said she
Couldn't believe the shit would do such a thing,
Couldn't fit it into her mind, looked at the way
Aldrush sat, his eyes watching her, his hand
Holding the cigarette away from his lips as he
Spoke. No joke, Sweetpie, Aldrush said, straight
Up. He dished more dirt, left nothing unsaid,
Gave the details, right down to the other dame's
Way of kissing. The girl sobbed more, her eyes
Were messy, the cigarette hung. Aldrush sat and
Waited, imagined the girl in bed inside his head,
Wanted her, but unprofessional, just a thought,
He showed her the photos, one by one. The girl
Stared, her mouth opened, she stubbed out the
Cigarette in the ashtray, spat on the table, cried,
Said, fuck the shit. Aldrush sat, looked concerned,
Waited to be paid, inside lust burned. The girl
Stuffed the photos away in her bag, pulled out
Cash, paid Aldrush, looked at her ring, pulled it off,
Shoved it in her bag. Aldrush put away his cash,
Put on sadder face, watched the girl walk off,
Lovely ass he mused, seeing her disappear, no real
Concern, paid up, no red eyes, no sweat, no tears.


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