The Unsexy

** Below is a CRAZY poem Aze and I made up during some boring subjects in school.
She posted it on her blog so i decided to do the same. its nice to reminisce.

THE UNSEXY

It was getting very late,

He walked me to his gate;

His tie was out of date,

He whispered "Let's Mate";

I knew i should have opted to masturbate.

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We inched into the closet like room,

He was marinated in cheap perfume;

He Leaned in for my lips, but kissed the broom,

Then he said, my ears were like the moon.

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I felt like such a useless goon,

His back was hairy like a baboon,

I wished i could hit Zoom..

But, he promised he'd get a hard on soon.

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He Haphazardly peeled off my lace,

i saw all the acne on his face;

I wished his fingers were at the right place;

they seemed to be moving at a petty pace.

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He struggled to unhook my bra,

he pulled out a condom from a yellow jar;

For some reason, he was calling me Sacha..

It was too late to run back to the car,

why did he have to park so fucking far?

i wanted to hit him with a steel crowbar;

I noticed his tattoo said "Made in India"

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Something smelled of rotten cheese,

i realised it was the wind he release;

i was asking God to, "Take me now, please!"

He thought i was talking to him and said-

"get down on your knees".

** I should have warned that it was rather VULGAR huh.