My Swing ThingA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
I love you.
I love to show you what this love of mines can do. A love like mine, makes little boy blue untie his shoe. Just for my help. Yelp, I love at any season. My love is pleasing. I can't help teasing. This love is only for one being. I love to please the man for me. We can be out at sea. Dry land. I'm not playing. That's the kind of love in me. My love hits a man like a bumble bee. He's stung to my song. The man longs for my sweet of a girl's swing. Wow, my man loves the swing in my thing.
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2017 Last Updated on November 15, 2017 Tags: swingthing, mansong AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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