Her breasts were huge and
her waist was small, fit.
with an ass like a heart
turned upside down
she was foxy,
perfectly.
Like a cartoon.
She said she had three kids
and assumed I was done with her
then
that didn’t detour me at all
kinda turned me on
kids are fun and
it meant she was responsible
and that I wouldn’t have to talk to
her all the time as she and I would be
busy with kids.
Jon Edward Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foxy/
