Friday, May 18, 2012


Swag and suave, He has her singing to his song, Dancing to his tune, She is hung, Totally sprung, She hangs on his every word, Believes his words like the gospel, She would do anything for him, Lay her life on the ground, Bleed to her last drop, She follows him like a dog on a leash, He has her in a spin, Constantly turning, Not knowing when to stop, Her life has come to a standstill, There is no end and no beginning, As she listens, Over and over again, She knows every word, Every tone, Every dip, The rise, The fall, The intonation, She groans, Dances seductively, Swaying her hips, Twisting her limbs, He got her doing things that would make a grown woman blush, She is captivated, He elevates her, Bringing her to that, That, That……… Sigh, She had an orgasm, Just, Just… As the song comes to an end. ©thelma migue, 2012 From the cizoepoetry collection

1 comment:

  1. what a fabulous poem thelma.guess am one of those kings.me luv reading your poems kudos