The Cockney Lad

i met an English man, i will call him Mick

now Mick is a lad who looks like he tastes of Jack Daniels.he is covered in tattoos with thick lips,looks like Mick Jagger 40 years ago.

Mick is married with a newborn child.instead of wearing a wedding ring,he has their names tattooed on his arm

he would shoo away all other guys who tried to talk to me. protecting me from the wolves. staring when he thought that i was not aware. touching me with that tattooed arm,his breath against my neck.i wanted to turn around & stare into those ice blue eyes, touch those lips.
he wore jeans strategically torn to show me he was wearing no underwear

the wife came & brought his child.they all sat in a row,no emotion,no passion. later,he complained that i ignored him to talk to other boys....

we talked of my celibacy. how i wanted a husband, a child. he said that it was good of me to wait for my Prince Charming. how i would eventually find him


i was asked to come back to {censored} but i will not. i know i will meet him again
i was a good girl, but next time his wife won't be so lucky....