I just found some great pictures of Ms. Paula Dean on the internet
She was smearing rhubarb pie on her amble breasts
as she was frying chicken and catfish; while wearing
only an apron that read, 'I'm not your Aunt Bea.'
Ms. Paula knows what this man’s heart and stomach like
I like dimples in the shoulder area, long legs with strong ankles
and any shape of breast is fine.
As my dad use to repeat, more than a handful is a waste.
Oh and that brings me to the lips, both pairs on Ms. Dean
are shaped like butterflies.
And it is the primary purpose of my tongue
to part the lips of a butterfly’s kiss and taste…..
2008 © TS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem