You were King and I were the Queen.

You thought it was funny calling my bluff,

I thought I as clever acting all tough. 

Skirt to my arse and cleavage on show,

You said, change the wheel it’s good stuff to know. 

So picked up a tool I pushed and I pulled, 

then battered my eye lids, you wernt easy to fool. 

Your hands on mine the moment was soft, 

till what’s his name appeared and gave a loud cough. 

He followed us here he followed us there,

our moments together were constantly shared. 

But for that moment in the garage of sin,

when I as the Queen and you were the King. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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