A Living Queen Poem by kwane Lamb

To be apart of a whole…
If I am to be so bold…
She is never fresh nor cold…

On that I am sold…
From her body I am told…
She is under no scold…

With a heart of gold…
A living queen…
To be heard as well as seen…

WOW! In those jeans…
My whole body screams…

That’s no dream…
A living queen…
From a rib came…

To man…
To give man a perfect chance…
For romance…

And with every touch…
She enhance…
Which is man…
Emerging ever forward…