
Party Girl by Leonardo Velasco Pardo
I know I’m naughty but
Don’t hate because I
Love the way my body
Feels when I let
Him trail his hands
All over my
Well traveled lands...
I know I’m wrong
For allowing my thong to be
Visible to the human eye.
Don’t hate because my jeans
Ride low...
Cling...
Desperately to my hips
Making your man wonder
What’s going on between my thighs...
Making his dick...
Flip
My script.
I’m so sorry he’s yours
But that just shows to go ya...
That the feeling
Can find healing
Any where.
Puh-leez...
I know you can’t be that
Square
Can you?


