fills a pair of jeans <br />like humidity. <br /> <br />Chubby thunder-thighs <br />ready to unleash <br />a sultry downpour: <br /> <br />‘Let’s get wet’. <br /> <br />Sheet lightning_thunder <br />God cracks her s and m whip. <br /> <br />When Chantelle says <br />“No” <br />and pouts, <br /> <br />it’s all <br />just a storm <br />in a teacup <br /> <br />the temperature <br />becomes <br />distinctly frigid <br /> <br />cold coffee <br />and <br />nothing’s rigid here, <br /> <br />no hard <br />and fast rules <br />except for, <br /> <br />she says <br />“when.” <br /> <br />Chantelle <br />will say “Yes” <br />and she will say <br /> <br />“No.” <br /> <br />Chantelle controls <br />the weather, <br /> <br />she likes <br />to be <br />in control, <br /> <br />to prepare <br />and to plan <br />to be <br /> <br />in control. <br /> <br />So when <br />Chantelle says <br /> <br />“No”, <br /> <br />she will <br />give you <br /> <br />the four day outlook.<br /><br />Pete Dowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chantelle-a-poem-with-punch-line/
