Raven hair
Seductive smile
An angel's aire
That drives us wild.
She writes poetry
That makes us hot
Of the charms and treasures
She has got.
She tantalizes
With words so sweet
Of things she will do
To you as a treat.
Of sensous clothes
And those thigh-highs
That elicit a longing sigh.
She only teases,
With these words,
As she is spoke for,
So I have heard.
A lucky man,
By all standards, indeed
To have a hot babe,
So very sweet.
From all of us men,
To you my friend,
Thank you for your poetry,
And those sultry memories.
Love Sean
Do you know how she is, or
Do you know how she is, or why she has fallen silent?
Starward