Danger
In that look deep in her eyes
In the fullness of her thighs
In the whisper of her lies
Why would anyone be surprised
In her spirit full of zest
In her perfectly formed chest
I know I might be obsessed
I should never be so blessed
In the little things I see
When she tries to arouse me
In the shadow of her v
I become so clumsy
In the flicker of her tongue
In the songs we both have sung
Climb the ladder rung by rung
Only to have my heart wrung
In her husband and his homes
In her trinkets and her combs
In the way her focus roams
She drives me crazy with her moans
Her eviction from her den
In her passion for her men
Is it 1, or 2, or 10…
What number am I then
No matter how she makes you feel
Even with each sumptuous meal
Don't forget that with this deal
This relationship she'll never seal
Jim 1987
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