A Likely Story

A Likely Story

Long hair and high heels,
Red lipstick and tight clothes,
Convertible wheels,
Sunny with light breeze that blows,
Her blonde hair.

Short skirt, low cut top,
She’s a beautiful girl.
I wish she would stop
And take me for a whirl.
Yet, not here.

She doesn’t want me,
An interstate trucker,
My days so lonely,
I wish I could fuck her,
Only where.

Truck stop up ahead,
Need gas, coffee, and food,
What I see instead,
Is her and in the mood,
Now, right there.

I park my big rig
And she approaches me,
She’s no girl, you dig,
A man. I’m so horny.
I do fear

I may have my way
Right now with her or him,
Once, I eat today.
He says his name is Jim.
He’s a queer

What the fuck, he’ll do.
Any port in a storm,
Switch names, call him Sue.
How you? My name is Norm.
Wanna beer?

We get a room but
I can’t go through with it.
He is such a slut
Through my pants he bit
Pubic hair.

Preferring my truck,
I fondled his big tits.
On my cock he sucked,
But only that was it
What we shared.

No way, am I gay.
I needed someone who
Got me through the day.
You would, too, if you knew.
You don’t care

How lonely it is,
Driving a truck all day,
Who cares hers or his,
And that don’t make me gay
I’m no queer.