A Living Queen
To be apart of a whole…
If I am to be so bold…
She is never fresh nor cold…
On that I am sold…
From her body I am told…
She is under no scold…
With a heart of gold…
A living queen…
To be heard as well as seen…
WOW! In those jeans…
My whole body screams…
That’s no dream…
A living queen…
From a rib came…
To man…
To give man a perfect chance…
For romance…
And with every touch…
She enhance…
Which is man…
Emerging ever forward…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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