Vicious eyes,
ferocious smile, and an
ass that begged to be
rubbed all night, like
Buddha promises good luck.
But what that
ass brought, was
jail, soup lines, and
homeless shelters.
The heart pounds the
head, then the feet pound
the street;
walking mile after mile,
aimless roaming,
doe eyed thinking
What went wrong?
Where the hell did
I go wrong?
Then it dawns on
me like the dew
soaked morning.
It was the ass.
Always that
sorceriffic ass.









Those assess have been known to stir up a lot of trouble. Sadly, I must stay away from them. 🙂
lol. Thanks, Tim.
You had me at the title.
God damn, Thomas. It’s not often that I’m speechless. Well done.
Thank you so much.
hello dearest Thomas it this saying her ass got you in trouble? in any case it’s a hell of a story 💕
yes. lol. Thank you.
Yeah, a nice-looking ass will lead you down the wrong road. lol nicely done
lol. Thanks.
I could eat my meals of a nice ass.
Great write and very true about the power of a nice derriere.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Into the book it belongs! Words of wisdom my friend, an exceptional write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend.
Butt,butt, butt, she was really great! Another of your excellent falls from Grace, or whoever her butt was, Thomas xx
lol. Thank you, my friend.