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Poetry By: BabyGurl09

LADIES every man has his lines this is just the entrance you feel in the blank

Submitted:Feb 6, 2007    Reads: 119    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

From his head to his toes

From his lips to his toes

I love this man in every piece of the close

From his jacket down to his shoes

From his pants to his shirt

Yuo should see the way this man moves makes a nun want to get down and flirt

But i gotta play it cool

as if he aint nothing but dirt

He moves his hips right

He moves his shoulders left

The girls scream and cry

In my head im saying give it a rest

But then it gets worse

He turns around looks me up and down

As he looks me up and down

A fever runs through my body only the lord would know

As he moves closer him and his crew

I have only one thing on my mind

And i can tell he does too

As his crew backs away

He takes my hand and begins to say...


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