Bad Bitch Boots

I’ve always been weak for boots,
Not designer dresses or suits,
The truth is I can’t explain it,
I get horny and can’t contain it,
What makes this life complete?
Women in bad bitch boots…sweet,
Hottest pair put on pure skin,
Were on a woman I was in…to,
If you know what I mean…
First time I met her,
Said if I’d let her,
She would light my wood fire,
Blood count could go higher,
Thought I had read it wrong,
In only jacket and red thong,
Her boots lined with lace,
By the look on her face,
Whips and chains in mind,
She undressed to unwind,
Jump starting with the balls
on a pool table I bought,
In a moment I thought…wow!
Tried touching her breast,
Put a heel in my chest,
Felt the leather tip,
Swore I saw a whip,
Whoa! Wait a minute!
Lit a smoke and took two puffs,
Like magic came two handcuffs,
I might be a freak,
With a kinky streak,
But common sense beckoned,
I reckoned for a second,
She begged to be beaten,
Hadn’t even mentioned eaten,
Wanted to feel it force full,
Didn’t want remorseful,
In those bad bitch boots…
Gave as good as she dished,
Ten orgasms later she wished,
I’d never owned Longwood Estate,
Much longer travels to and fro…
Started all out as a flirter,
Tried hard not to hurt her,
Then made her a squirter,
Mattress soaked right through,
We joked in light about who
heard noise and called cops,
Ten-plus pops got me props,
No matter how, when or which,
Hot boots bring the bad bitch.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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So..You Think You Know Me?

So…you think you know me?
Got millions and more below me,
Who you gonna rate above me?
You can never push and shove me,
Don’t try to ever rush or crush me,
Not even sun can flash or flush me,
I’ll be peaceful, won’t tell you twice,
But take three times I won’t be nice,
So…you think you know me?
Step correct and try to show me,

I’ve used brooms and swept tombs,
Seen the dangers and the dooms,
Felt the cold and seen the flakes,
Put the speed, forgot the brakes,
Made them see the sun at night,
When I flash the blinding light,
Helped to build the hall of FAME,
And they’re still calling my name,
So…you think you know me?
Make me dust and try to blow me,

Seen lots of money, I been broke,
Seen the hype, and it’s a joke,
Seen the best and seen the worst,
Seen the last and been the first,
Lots of people wanna be me,
Go to places just to see me,
Trying to stab me in the back,
Dying to know if I’m the Mack,
So…you think you know me?
See how far you can throw me,

I’ve driven cars, been on the planes,
Been on the beat, street and lanes,
Kicked Humpty Dumpty off the wall,
Tricked the slick to take the fall,
Lived my life and did my thing,
And only God can be my king,
Do your thing don’t try to watch me,
Doesn’t matter you won’t catch me,
So…you think you know me?
Ok…keep thinking you do..