SheA Poem by Mario VitaleIn honor of herShe
so today I tip my hat to the proverbial aristocrat with big suit nothing could be finer then to be in her vagina in the morning languished inside I'm falling apart at the seams with an evil means she sits enthroned as women liberation is heading out across the nation just like Big Pun I'm having a bit of fun & I'm off on the run coming to a theatre near you we have bitten off far more then we could ever chew but nothing is new this is true about little boy blew cause he needed the money society is blind you see that's why we need poetry to face reality strong against the resistance we got an army of forces tripping on horses she was there from the very beginning not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven
learn from her as a lost seagull on the ocean with its magic potion drink her wine of enticement she barricades her ambitions as if she was a zombie listen closely and you we here a whisper then the shedding of a tear she draws ever near in good times and bad either happy or sad she is there and she cares the ellurement of her charm as she breathes in the exhaust of polluted air a woman's hair with a baby's eyes does all of this come as a sweet surprise drink in her poision shove it in the oven just don't call me a kissing cousin
pleasure is a trip when you think with your dick and you realize nobody gives a s**t can't even wink to dismiss this earthly miss with a time well spent in thought she likes the city lights as a corporate s**t in a heavy world that's in quite a rush her sweet melody is in a song can't we all just get along a reason to believe what will one be willing to achieve always has something up her sleave so mysterious in her red dress tears flow through the solace of the evening on her tolerant imagination perhaps in need of a break on a long awaited vacation angelic prowess, lavender dust, ellegance & b***h on some days she's actually a witch with a broom stick flyinf around going midtown yet she's alwas a woman to me in what she is willing to achieve yet she fights, she f***s & she wars
she basks in the vast expanse between space and time along in her thoughts likes to be wined, dined & 69 thinking everything is quite fine yet she kicks it to the curb as if you heard not to disturb a single word choices, voices & chances likes a little Barry White heard on the side at night by her bubble bath soft pillows with linen sheets a given chance at which to meet and greet needs to be the center of attention as if she created a brand new invention she's intellectualized, queen and the b***h of mean yet others are not so they are pious and ready to go chosen vessels down by the river Nile so you will know all the great while she dances on a ring of fire yet throws off a challenge with a shrug she loves to be love as she eats her milky way having lucid dreams with hay
warm and tender is her heart she will light the spark to where you need to go eternity can't dismiss her cause angels will have to whisper her sweet angelic name man is lost without her as he goes about his day having no one to play she may act as a mistress so you will have to dismiss this logical persuasion in thought she like a hen beside her rooster yet not to abuse her she exists in each of us as if a haunt with a joint in her hand let the reader understand you can't keep sticking it to the man both needs each other with hearts that are tender in a full surrender she will labor for the legal tender in a busted up fender she can be whacked in the head with a face filled with dread
yet she walks tender miles is wise as heights uncharted she was once there in my dream as a masterpiece so very clean living in a land that's so very mean she can control and you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold she
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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