Black Poetry : Miller Time

Amun-Ra

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Lawd, lawd, lawd, whooo that girl was fine
I’d a paid fifty-five cents just to smell it.
She walked in like she owned the joint
Making every man stand a little taller
and their pants get just a little tighter.
She did that to men and some women.

I stood there gap jawed, with my mouth
running slobber like bobby-q had just been served.
The way her hips swayed to their own music
gave me erotic visions and swollen thoughts
that made my balls ache for deep relief
and I ain’t talkin’ about Ben-Gay.

When she glided up to me in an oiled glide
my fifty cents burnt the palm of my hand.
She motioned with her eyes toward the door
and I followed her like a float in a parade,
looking at the rise and fall of each cheek.

Lawd! What was I going to do?
When she eased up on to the bar stool
my eyes bugged as her legs slowly spread.
She waited with inviting eyes daring me,
cajoling me, pulling me forward until
I smelled the woman deep inside.

I paid my fifty-cents,
kissed her smack between her legs
and went back to drink a cold beer.
It was definitely Miller Time.


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