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One of these days I'm gona
Get the angst out of my pants
You know
The rumbling of sex thoughts
That go nowhere
It's that picture of you
You know the one I mean
Standing there
In your raw
Teasing me with
All that is the length of you
I'm pharomoned by you
Mesmerized and
Burned inside my
Thighs for you
Laugh at me, dauntingly
You hide behind
The blue screen
Sending me your sex
Without the deliver
Time for Shania Twain,
To chill your over heated brain
Something in your poem
Reminded me of someone else I knew.
I don’t know if you hate her
I don’t know if you know her
But something in the way she sings
Reminded me of the way you write
The sauciness; no bitten around the bush
Yes there are shared qualities
You would not be Shayne?
But no ancestry is needed
Where attitude and zeal
(Ok you need some talent too)
Are all that is required
To make readers like me
whistle and squeak and get wild
when I see saucy poem yet again
Written for us by you!