Letta Neely
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Friday Nights
Mona nibbling neck in the restroom at the theatre.
Lisa didn't think she would make it
through dinner and a movie without coming.
Mona take her food into her mouth slow, she chew slow,
she smile when she chew. She take in every
taste, look up a Lisa. Swallow when
she ready. Smile again. Chew.
Some Friday nights, Lisa
don't wear no panties.
Some Fridays she like
it when Mona rip 'em off
and she got to search
the Sunday ad pagers
for lingerie sales. Some
Fridays she put Mona's dick
and harness in her purse.
Tell Mona to hold her purse while
she go to the restroom. Tell Mona
her breath stank and to check in
there for some chewing gum or something.
Some Fridays, Lisa flirts with every butch
around while Mona watches. Some Fridays,
she let Mona dance with other femmes,
just so she can interrupt,
take her sweet daddy back
behind the coat rack,
give her something special
special, 'fore they
get home.
