Is It Poetry
Weak Knees - Poem by Is It Poetry
One or the other eyes looking, at you.
The way to your most one has entered
and lost, be it moved.
She is the most awesome hot-tie.
His buns to steal, she must have.
Vanilla and chocolate,
frozen custard this is cream yogurt.
Like your knees are collapsing completely.
Breathing deeply, it is normal, re-to load.
Numb from the looks, is dopamine.
Simply her looks caused it the joy,
passing through your body,
her painted, long pointed toes.
Marbles the woman,
she has these feelings, instantaneously weak,
it never hurries along, once paused, don't pass.
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