Not My Loved One

You must be fed up reading poems about you.
So I thought about other ladies I like to.
I’ll set my thoughts to a little prose.
And would you believe it something rose!!!!!

Her figure is great it curves in and out.
I'll run my hands over them and make her shout.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

Her legs are shapely and look great in skirts.
I'll kiss her inner thigh until it hurts
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

Her lips are hot and full of passion.
They amuse me for hours in many a fashion.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.


Her dress is black her hair is blonde.
She sits on my lap to excite my 'wand'.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

Her bum looks cute in tightened jeans.
And wiggles seductively those lucky seams.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

Her cleavage is showing beyond belief.
I use that image for later relief.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

Her eyes sparkle like the stars above.
I fall into them deeply searching for love.
But something’s not right how can I explain.
I’ll do more research and try again.

I managed my dear I didn't mention you once.
But next time I see you I’ll avoid your punch.
But my intensive research just goes to prove.
Your place in my heart no one will move.
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Jul 24, 2010