She stood
like a bountiful tree,
but she was
more than me
with all these words
drippin' out of her mouth
and the singin' never really stopped.
If I had the kind
of mentality
of gettin' in with the kids on the team,
I'd probably be playing
the volley,
and she just loves to be clean.
She loves to run her hands
down her own sides,
and after she preens
her name is as clear as snow.
Her bosom -- package -- is bigger than a holiday,
coupled with eyes that say
that she is my friend
and I do not need to be afraid.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I've written, as well as poetry I will write, which can be quite mature. NOTE: Wattpad has deemed some of these chapters unsafe as they supposedly contain portrayals of nudity, but none of these chapters have pictures...
