michelle ingles - Dirty Old Men

Dirty Old Man


Old man, stop looking at my chest

because I'm nice to you, and have big boobs, do you even notice the rest?

I could tease you,

and make you hope that I will please you

With big fake smiles and feminine wiles

Make up for you lack of attention,

while you promise to spoil me on your meager pension

I see in your eyes what you really have in mind

You sick, sick dirty old man.

Go home to your wife and beg her

Maybe she wont be as repulsed as I am

But I'm too nice to say I only pity your lust

elated when you walk away,

I roll my eyes and shiver in disgust.

michelle ingles

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