Big Brown Shirt... Of Mines.. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Brown big shirt of mines that fit her just right..
nothing but the shirt, damn she looks fine..
She turns to give me a look..
shy, yet comfortable,
she comes over..
kissing me all over..

Her Big brown eyes..
staring me straight in the eye,
finger tips, that lead me on all night.

Her love is brand new..
her smile just the beginning,
her hands, have just started exploring.

Taste of her lips,
I flying without redbull..
Innocent as can be.. yet with me.. all the devils.
released..