The look of rage is a turn-on,
as she loves the anger in my face,
Not a Christian but she loves my fifty shades,
full of curve herself,
body fatigue of a lampshade.
Sometimes she cries but she's still my baby,
am I now a villain or still a good guy?
A superhero for her I want to be her Batman,
making her laugh everyday her Joker,
a day in black & white, looking pretty in my Tux.
In her Penguin front Victoria's panty holds a lot of treasure,
Her body shines bright like a diamond,
pebble at my feet when she's standing before me.
She's so surreal, She's a Barbie girl.
I always dream of a big family tree,
my very own Brady Bunch,
The task seem now impossible,
Although my ways are responsible,
Her dad doesn't like me,
Her mom is Ok,
Her brother is Ok,
So are the puppies,
The dad got upset.. Go home Roger.
pointing to the exit,
all because She call me daddy as well..
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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