She: Poem by Dieury Dumas

She is not mine
But I am crazy for her
I find joy, love and life
I see life in a big picture
I am going after her hair.

In our good time, my light is on
Saying love? My game is on
She is talking friendship
And we turn into a fight
She is turning off my light.

She is not beautiful
She drives me like a fool
Money, sex, time, I am full
We are trying to be cool
We need to see what we could.

World population equal me and her
My influx is overdue frustration
I use so much trick that I become
The ultimate magician
I say so much sweet words
I become Sweet-Micky
I have to be so nice
I become a sweet poppy
Only a woman can make me
Do what is armful and wrong to me
And feel good about what I have done.

Thinking she will never be mine
Stop! My breathtaking
Seeing her with her man
Just killing!
My entire well-being.

She is just a friend
But I want to do things with her
I want to do things to her
I want to do things for her
I want to go alone with her
Where I cannot refer
I feel so comfortable
I think I am able
To do the uncomfortable.

Sexy or porky
I like her
Body or booty
I want her,
I am after all of her
If you see me
In the wrong side
Having the wrong ride
Think twice, blame it on her.