The She

The she for me is blonde and blue eyed
She sits
My Brit
With her time does fly

Laught and smiles, relating insight
Just two
Hours many or few
This feels weightless and right
She's sweet
And neat
And clever to boot
A treat
and a feat
That she's smart but still cute
A good job said
From the mouth in her head
These feelings come straight from the root
Out or in bed
Comforts we share
Tis no substitute!

"This is so awesome" she says of my stuff
All the time
It's no crime
That I have time spent with her enough

Even with glory, space I always need
Not out of spite
Nor out of flight
But alone is when my mind feeds

We even occasion to go out to dance
And some drink
A strong link
She wears shorts skirts, me tight pants

The beat is pulse and drives down home
The music so loud
Dance strong and proud
No travel to other parties rome

She's all mine this one here
We shake booty
Like a bad disco  movie
There may have been some grabbing of rear

Yummy blonde
Yummy blue
Yummy kisses
Taken from you

My dear NGB - Poem date 11-19-2007