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The Girl with the Lip Ring

Saw the girl with the lip ring again today.

A star tattoo shooting across her hip
Just above the waist of her low rise jeans.
She was every B-cup fantasy Id ever had.
Her burgundy hair was up,
Her bangs were down.

On her wrist,
A gauntlet of small bracelets,
Running half way up her arm,
Hiding the attempts.
Behind her dark sunglasses
Big green eyes.
Id seen them before.
A shamrock,
Lucky kind of green.

That ring hugging her lower lip,
Created a crease in it,
A fold of perceived sexuality.

She walked past me.
My eyes followed,
Every sway
Of her round hips.
Just then,
She looked over her shoulder,
And smirked.
Maybe tomorrow, I said,
Maybe tomorrow.

This is a working poem. you're currently looking at the 3rd revision and i'm still going. It's friday and nothing to do. done with class for the day so i am planning on, u guessed it, sitting on my ass and doing nothing. however, i have to go meet with I.T. because my computer is being an asshole and i have truck check with the fire department at 4:30. fun day for me.