Her Body Poem by Lyfe Tymme

Her BoDy makes my 3rd leg run marathon
Heard her voice in distance callin me to come along
You Don't deSire to be alone
So I Heard; with a soft tender tone
Ignorin this loneliness can't be on my own
Invitin lips
Committin' hips
Cute tiny belly button.....navel
Saw that one but never in a novel
Buried myself in her with no shovel
Make a well in her between.......Its a farewell
Yarnin' n burnin'
Evermore n nothin' more
My heart is captivated
Wit ur body overrated
Felt like I jus won a lottery
U are the reason for poetry
Leavin' histoRy behind advisories
And makin' memories.