The Wig

She entered the party

Looking really hot.

A blonde wig.

Then it started

And it all kicked off.

She grabbed me by the balls

“Let’s get out of here”

She said.

I took another swig

But how could I not?

Took me back to hers

Rode me like a horse.

But the trigger

Is not the calls,

But how they break us

And because.

Decisions.

We own them.

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