My buddy,
he bets she’s wild
After all,
she’s only had it once
and it was with a mediocre poet
that’s not interesting enough
for anybody
to hate
Without doubting
the validity of his argument
I guestion
the finer points
For “wild”
implies
some masculine fantasy
dirty talking
closet nymphomaniac
porno princess
Not that a closet nymphomaniac
Is necessarily bad
She just aint one
I was told so
on no
uncertain
terms
But I’ll bet,
by god,
she’s playful
I could imagine her
flirtatiously
singsongy
french words
that I can’t
quite
conjugate
and eating peanut ice cream
in cotton panties
and not sharing
the ice cream
Romantic?
Yes
Stupid?
Maybe
Possible?
Who knows
And wouldn’t I prefer that
To the porno princess?
Well,
it all depends,
sometimes innocent
is a hell of a lot more dangerous
By Danny Wayne Cotton