I rather write a love song
love letter or a secret admire
note, it could be dirty
dirtier and dirtiest, today I am
writing a poem about a
woman, a ordinary woman, she
got her laughter up high
and highest, her voice sounded
like the river runs
through it, smooth and delight, she
dances like a ballerina
day and night, how graceful she is
and was in life out there,
she teared her clothes apart
of her body of soul and
spirit within, her passionate was
growing and growing in
roots, her soft and tender hands
craved her nakedness body
to body, she kept her fantasies
and spirituality together
it could be, and be hold and
be told of a story of her
completely
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-14-15
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