Underwear Tremors by Paul Tristram

Honestly, she just came up to me
at stop tap last Saturday night
and started necking me.
Tongue like silken dynamite,
hands bullseye-ing everywhere.
God, I was grinding all up inside myself,
the entire pub was watching.
I’ve never had underwear tremors
like that without proper foreplay before.
I haven’t kissed a girl since high school
and that was all warm and tender,
this was something else completely, Wow!
Then her Bastard husband came
and dragged her away to a party.
Anyway, she’s working again this Friday
and I’m gonna sit at that bar all night
and just watch her do her thing.
I’ve got to have her now,
I’ve bought 3 new vibrators this week
and I’ve almost strangled one of them already.

Scribblings Of A Madman
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

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