Characteristics superficial drew her to Bad Boy,
pouty lips and teasing tongue hoped he’d readily employ.
Petitioned her forgiveness as he’d sidled to the bar,
he had a chiseled body and a fading manly scar.
She moved to the right but shifted shoulders to the left
thus ensuring Bad Boy a great view of voluminous breasts.
Flicked her auburn hair back with sweeping motion of her arm,
she gave Bad Boy a pouting smile she hoped his heart would charm.
He rose to the occasion, returned her suggestive glance,
Both Bad Boy and Hot Girl were looking for night of romance.
Hot Girl reached ‘cross the bar, exposing perky girls to air,
Bad Boy responded perfectly with long appreciative stare.
Bad Boy leaned in her direction and shouted toward her ear,
(Also took the opportunity to check out Hot Girl’s rear.)
“Looks like your glass is empty, I’d love to buy you a drink,”
she ordered a third G’Spot, favorite cocktail that is pink.
Bad Boy took their cocktails, with his head motioned to Hot Girl
toward a little table where their tête-à-tête could unfurl.
He placed their drinks on the table and pulled out Hot Girl’s chair,
once she was comfortably seated he brushed back Hot Girl’s hair.
Her lips blossomed in a smile at bold yet subtle advance,
mind flashed to choreography of a hot bedroom dance.
Bad Boy told her his name which she quickly shunted aside,
enamored with her moniker, called him BB with pride.
Couple on a freight train that was barreling down the tracks,
Hot Girl’s mind was racing toward getting down to brass tacks.
Spoke a lot of words, reciting fictitious four-one-ones,
but words were simple foreplay to some horizontal fun.
She’d wound up on his lap as at the tiny table sat
she squirmed in fundamental way and felt him rise to that.
Thrusting up against her he declared, “Let’s get out of here!”
Squeezed ass cheeks together, her signal was both loud and clear.
They bopped to his apartment which was small, but it was neat,
and with groans of pleasure upon each other they did feast.
Breaking through the afterglow Hot Girl summoned an Uber,
exited his residence though her scent wafted after.
She slipped into the car, spoke to driver nary a word,
to post coital depression feared she’d never grow inured.
Night it had been lovely, and BB had been so much fun
but now she was returning to her husband and two sons.
To a man who showed he loved her using both kicks and slaps
adding insult to injury taking her from the back.
While husband worked graveyard she’d found relief in Bad Boy’s charms
glad one-time lover had missed cigarette scars on her arm.
Quietly opened bedroom door where her two angels lay,
her love for them uncompromised by night of passion play.
She washed Hot Girl’s makeup from her face and used dentrifice
last act of rebellion she slipped in bed with unwashed lips.
Characteristics superficial led her to be wed,
made excuses for her husband when at his hand she bled.
Someday soon she planned to leave him, soon as her boys were grown;
until that day she’d find comfort by jumping strangers’ bones.