Visitation
If I were a walker
I’d run to you so hard
I’d knock you down and straddle you
the heck with freaking guards.
If I were a walker
I’d kiss you till you’re blue
I’d give you mouth-to-mouth right there
In front of open view.
If I were a walker
you wouldn’t stand a chance,
I’d have you sidle up to me
like in a sensual dance.
If I were a walker
you’d try to get away
But my two legs are hard to beat
Like children in their play.
If I were a walker
No kiss would be too long.
No hug would be off limits
No whispered porn too strong.
But I am not a walker
So guess you’ll have to wait.
I’m just the gimp who loves you
And waits at table eight
To hold one hand and lightly kiss
The lips I long to suck;
I’m trying to control myself
But really want to fuck.
This poem was written by Joy Johnson – Pearson on 06 February 2019. Document number:
