MY FRIEND'S SLUTTY ASS

MY FRIEND'S SLUTTY ASS
Wondered I what this means;
Like she jumped, bumped into my friend,
I'd see her get down at intervals with men,
How to tell my friend, tongue refused roll.

She slept with half of brooklyns;
9/10 men that doesn't repeat wears.
Flaunting her exploits all through town,
Bankers; Engineers and even "Chefs"

Her wedding gown so fitted,
Boobs shoved up well enough.
Gown well carved around her hips,
As if she was either made-of or created with;

Minutes before the event kicked off-
She pulled-me-on to the roof,
Asking and pleading of me, not to let loose her secrets,
To promise, she only screwed one, all life;

I placed my hand on my left chest,
I'd cross my heart, that no one get hint.
Amazingly, she stumbled down the aisle;
Bounced on, the bride surfaced, wedding began;

My friend kept her steady as they matched in-
'till a man stared her down as she climbs the altar,
After the ceremonial kiss,
He moved close to carouse, shit I said!

She let loose at the reception,
Twirled, grundied then flashed off her cleavage.
Made all sort of unpleasant noise,
"You got what you wanted" to myself I said.

I'd like to see things go smooth, end well;
But before the end of that night,
I saw her being plowed by the day's MC'
I felt bad of myself; I failed my friend.

©Tex (2017)