When Man Chooses - Poem by Leslie Alexis
If I did not love you so, I would love her
For in all honesty, she’s a fairer flower
And if your breasts are apples, hers are grapefruits
Much softer, much juicier to tell the truth!
And to her silk your lips feel much like gravel, and
If for you I went to the moon, for her, to hell I’d travel
Travel if only I knew I would get a single kiss
For if yours causes thrill, her's certainly would bring bliss
So my mind is made and my woman I’m about to pick
And now I choosing her dearer to me, I chose Angelic!
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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