NEW(D) NEIGHBOR

The red haired burlesque queen is my new neighbor,

yes, she has six or seven cats and wears weird

Turkish hats

but oh god I do love how she wiggles and waves the freedom flag of her half hidden bod,

her undraped silky curvaceous skin while waiting on top of our stoop at day’s rain slicked rear end for her lucky son of a bitch short stub of a hubby,

that quiet bald runt drives a lifted black truck and

gets a testosterone boost, but I betcha’ not much or

enough, while she drives me nuttier than nuts with

the pluck and the suck of those cute fluffy pink lips,

they’re plumper by far than that simpering movie star

Angelina Jolie.

Please don’t tell him with no hair how his wife’s white

swervy flesh and twirling wild teats over there (and there too)

dizzy me crazy and dazed, I feel drunker than a brand new

unfrocked uncelibate monk enthralled and in tune with

the sweet smiling sliver of a lusty red moon,

to tell ya’ the truth, I tell the boys at the shop she has Catholic

school beat, when I gawk and gaze at her unclothed complete

my faith grows by bounds and gigantic leaps, SHE is such a

god damn treat, an answer to pubescent prayers, yes the new gal

upstairs could quickly become, praise the lord one floor up above

(and take out your gum),

let’s just enter her lair, unlock the back door

of Miss Rubescent Love, my fan dangling

big hearted bare savior who's given my tickled

flesh and its' somersault mind one big
loving shove!