Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
I am sitting next to Captain
another man is sitting in a shadowy corner.
He has a gray beard that reaches down to his man ****.
He eyes me, takes a mental picture, and proceeds to smile his way through his conversation on how blessed we all are that a mother is here.
Who the **** is this guy?
Bree
Written by
Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
4
   Damocles
Please log in to view and add comments on poems