Sexy Ladies - Poem by Freewill Amon
Sometimes when they touch me,
they pass me the signal.
And I get bursting,
thinking like a criminal.
Their riggling booties,
make my 'down-south' turn tropical.
With body so sexy,
they make a bad guy get cynical.
They make a good guy go freaky
And do something unbibilical.
The problems they cause,
is no doubt in multiples.
If I were ready,
we both would've gotten physical.
But I'm just shaky
'cause the whole thing seems so inimical.
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