Like tattoo she's into me,
like ink I'm drawn to she.
No man is an Island,
No man stands alone
She's my backbone the strength of love,
For a skeleton needs a flesh,
my hearts beats for her.
I can't stand when I am weak in the knees.
loving her like fresh vegetable,
My herbs, a home recipe.
She is a walking pineapple on the beach,
Yet when she undresses
a banana as it peels.
I pinch myself and ask is this for real.
She's so sexy..
Sometimes the eyes go for a drive as they steer,
Not wanting to break the law I just stop and stare.
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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