Not Ready Poem by shamika thompson

Speaking knowledge gets my brain turning
It also gets my insides burning
I like to watch, the freaky moves you show
It's just the way you work it, that gets my juices to flow
Inside my body as well as out
Your touch makes my whole body shout
When you look my way, I feel you deep inside me
Knowing that's a place you probably want to be
You always know the right words to say
Just to have your own little way
But with this joy, excitement, and feeling you give me
To give it up, I'm just not ready