If She Come She Come Poem by Dorsey Baker

If she come
she come
good to me
her sexy body
her sweet
lips touching mine
if she come
she come
good to me
my desire
to be with her
a fire burning hot
my finger
is on the trigger
bullets in my gun
and I'm ready
to shoot my shot
if she come
she come
good to me
her skirt
so short!
and I run
my hand
up her thigh
she don't never
stop me from looking
because
I am her private eye
and I am
well informed!
I know
where her
secrets lie!