Swingers in Leather

Swingers in Leather

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Swingers in leather

Named Paul and Heather

You met them at the bar

Waiting for me to get off work

A quick change in the car

Then I make the scene

Feeling underdressed

And a little unclean

Compared to your new pals

They know some guys and gals

That are just down the street

And one of the guys

They want you to meet

This will be fun

Is one of the lies

That I was told

As we made the short trip

What you did was bold

While a drank my free beer

Trying to maintain a grip

Sitting in the rear

Of this dark

And smoke filled room

You were into his action

And my words

They had no traction

When I tried to join the talks

Circling in this tomb

It’s last call

Time to go

I don’t allow

My tears to fall

And it’s a good thing to

Because when we got home

I gave you the bone

And laughed at the nights events

That old fella

Went home alone

And those swingers in leather

Tried to break us apart

But it was an epic fail

You are my heart

And I am yours

If that wasn’t true

This little tale

Would have ended

On a different note