Nasty Lucy Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Nasty Lucy



I was in prison like you, more than once,
aren't those memories precious.

My girlfriend inside was a nasty she bitch.
I remember me once lying on her back
with her face buried between those iron bars
as she laid on her rack in our cell.

She finally let my pull down her chain gang panties
so I could kiss her 'skin to skin'.
I'd have a surprise for you,
she said with that funny grin, and opened her legs.
Nothing else to her mattered.

Well, what are you waiting for?
Grinning she asked as I set too.
Afraid after backing out that you'll get a mustache?
Shaving each day not before.

I locked my eyes on to hers
and pulled back her lips to my nasty suprise
bucking and mewing, really making a show out of it.
It was really gross smelling.
She loved me acting like such a pig, just for her.

I kept myself dirty, all day on the thirty
waiting for me to come home, so she could be nasty to others
but never to dirty for me.
Nasty Lucy had done something like this before.
My sentence done I never looked back
doing hard time on the thirty.

Thursday, November 27, 2014
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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