It doesn’t mean anything to you but it means something to her. || Sex Poem || Vol 2

For The Uninspired Woman: Its week two and we are back with another poem about sex for National poetry month. This one is called “It doesn’t mean anything to you but it means something to her” Hope you enjoy.  

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It doesn’t mean anything to you but it means something to her. 

Walking around with your chest held high,

Talking to and checking out every girl that walks by.

You ain’t got no respect for the girl at home,

It bothers me that you tell these girls that you ain’t got no one and you’re alone.

Don’t hate the player, hate the game,

What if we hate the person and stop shifting the blame.

 

Letting her nibble on your ear ?

Whilst you’re playing with her pussy ?, 

She’s ready for full throttle, she’s being very pushy. 

Tickling the right spots is what makes it so hot,

Little do you know she never took her shots. 

She’s carrying around something, it may be a disease, 

You just want to fuck her, leave and says she’s naive  ? 

You’ve dicked her down and she doesn’t want to leave 

You’ve kissed her body and held her tight

You gazed into her eyes until midnight.  

It doesn’t mean anything to you but it means something to her 

She looked through your phone and saw texts from your girlfriend. 

She knows that she’s being played and feels like a thot,

That’s ticked her off and now she’s really gonna switch the plot. 

She’s decided it’s time, that she calls the shots. 

“Shut up and let me suck your dick” 

I’ll send this to your Mrs so she gets the pic

When  you snooze, you lose

I”m going to tell the truth. 

I”m going to ruin your life and make sure you come out bruised.

I”m crazy, never lazy and I forgot to take my meds 

I”ll leave you alone , just please don’t call the feds. 

 Stop walking around with your chest held high,

Stop talking to and checking out every girl that walks by.

You ain’t got no respect for the girl at home,

So i’m going to visit her and make her moan

I”m crazy, never lazy and I forgot to take my meds 

I’m not going to leave her alone, you may have to call the feds……….. 

It doesn’t mean anything to you but it means something to her 

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed this dark poem, i would love to hear your thoughts. Be sure to check out last weeks one here and see you next week for vol 3. Happy National Poetry Month.

 

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