14/02/2024
Choc lover
On Valentine’s Day, I stole a chocolate bar
From a shop run by the woman with no bra.
As I walked in, I looked at the lady’s breast
And she looked at me, looking at her chest.
Like two cowboys, we were locked in a gaze
At high noon with six-shooters ready to blaze.
A soft breeze picks up around us at a swirl,
I see by this bra-less chick’s name-tag: she’s called Pearl.
The b***s accompany the cleavage like two cheeks
On an upper butt oiling my fancy like rich Sheikhs.
We are looking at each other, the b***s and I
While Pearl is needling me with an unromantic eye.
It goes on and on, until I realize I can make my move,
I extend my hand to do what my pastor wouldn’t approve.
For I pick up a Mars bar next to the counter
As Pearl’s eyes, my eyes, her b***s, my eyes encounter
Each other the more so she doesn’t realize
When I put the bar in my back pocket before her eyes.
Then I abruptly end the staring duel and leave the shop
And see Pearl a few hours later outside the shop.
Oh yes, her shift is done and she’s alone, in a bar.
I reach into my back pocket and give her the Mars Bar.
‘Happy Valentines, I bought this just for you,’ I say.
That’s how I hung out with her b***s later that day.