And yet another poetry.
Sashaying in a white dress,
Dancing in a white top,
Caressed with salsa music,
Spinning like a top,
With sexy graceful movements,
That belies her heavy frame,
An expression of beauty,
She sets my heart aflame.
I think I am possessed by a ghost of a poet. I can't believe I amspouting composing this.
Dancing in a white top,
Caressed with salsa music,
Spinning like a top,
With sexy graceful movements,
That belies her heavy frame,
An expression of beauty,
She sets my heart aflame.
I think I am possessed by a ghost of a poet. I can't believe I am
posted by urbanmalebitch at 5:29 PM
1 Comments:
Hi, can understand how you feel...when I wrote my first poetry i fely the same way too... it is a gift... a door that has been opened...enjoy it :)
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