SHOW ME DEM TIDDIES
I was really drunk
and I told her SHOW ME DEM TIDDIES
and she just laughed
a nervous laugh –
uncomfortable
but aware that I was harmless.
She didn’t say no
but it obviously wasn’t
a yes.
We were alone in her place,
in the kitchen.
She was drinking
but she wasn’t drunk.
I tried to compose myself
but then I said it again:
COME ON, I said,
SHOW ME DEM TIDDIES,
I JUST WANNA SEE EM
and that time
she sighed
and lifted up her shirt,
removed her bra,
showing me dem tiddies.
I stared at them,
a drunk attempt to memorize them.
I really liked them
and I told her so.
As she began to put them away
I wanted to ask her
if I could touch them
but, even as drunk as I was,
I knew she had already
done her good deed for the day.
Horror Sleaze Trash 