Richie Branner Poems

She nags me when I'm home
It goes on whilst I'm out
But yes I have my sticks
And here I begin my bout
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You touch me on the hand
It touches me on my heart
When you get close to me
I don't wanna be apart
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Take her hand, she will lead you all
Like Cinders starring at the ball
Paint the picture from flesh tone palette
And watch in awe this sensuous talent
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I catch her movement on the floor
Alluring sway of gyrate hip
Bewitching eyes transfixed on me
Teasing finger on her lip
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Little fish in deepest ocean
On the edge and looking in
The harder i try to steer ship
the harder I'm left in a spin
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We will train and get in shape
We'll learn the discipline
To be part of the elite
Competing to get in
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