One Thousand One Nights - Billy Woods

Met her through a personal ad

Back of the Times-Picayune

This is ‘81/'82

I was nervous tongue tied

She played it cool

Eyes the size of Olympic pools

Still waters simple jewels

Conversation wanders/I took my cues

Sipped wine with imagined sophistication

Stormed the castle

Swam the moat

A moments hesitation

Then took the pussy like a slave revolt

I left to make a sale

She stayed in bed

Soon as I returned crooked a finger

Spread those legs

I gave her head/no need for reciprocal

She can’t suck dick worth shit

The scale is digital

Olivia Newton John/urging me to get physical

But I ain’t have the heart

A squirter/floods biblical/the sea parts

Post-coital/cherry glows

She asks me what I’m thinking

I’m wondering what she knows

Draw is no joke/start to doze

But she gots to have it

40 acres and a mule/I'm outta practice

Played myself/Mars Blackmon

Sackcloth & ashes

Victory has a thousand fathers

Defeat is a bastard/in the group home

Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe

With the roof gone

David Copperfield shit/Wuthering Heights

She had me working all night/union job

I got time and a half

Praise be to Allah

Ignored the fact that her stories dont add up

Like Scheherazade