Monday, March 9, 2009

a poem for ms. thing


a poem for ms. thing


Wednesday, July 26, 2006 1:34 AM





To:

"Sunshyne20four7"






Good night wishes to the woman who claims she loves me:


Poem:


She thinks

Her nose crinkles

No description for her beauty

One of a kind'

One of a decade

One of a generation

One of all times

Men have dreamed of less

Some men don't have the dream because they cannot imagine the beauty

But this is not a dream

She loves me

And I know I will set her free

Immaculate

Its all in her eyes

What does she want?

Physical?

Emotional?

Both?

I am the man.

Follow her eyes

Give it to her old boy.


by: the doberman.

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