Her Chicken Without Feathers Poem by James McLain

Her black coat that barely covers
A butterscotch ass.
Twin milk filled breasts all ways
Full, more than a few women when seen
Would covet.

Five inch high narrowing down to a
Sharp fine point high heeled shoes.
And a volcanic mound hidden from view
Always close to eruption.

Ruby red full lips, emerald green eye's
Long dark hair hanging down and a crystal
Clear mind thinking now that your in my
Hand standing up I walk away.