Rock QueenA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about wanting to be a Rock Queen.
Rock Queen Tad you come to me in dreams, in them your jeans have no seams, and you’re eating a bowl full of bright jelly beans. But your rock hard abs are the best I’ve seen, they make me wish that I was your curvy Rock Queen. When I think of other women ravishing you, I become green with mean! Okay, it’s time for me to come clean. I’m really just another under paid maid on your cleaning team, every Thursday it’s your clothing that I wash and steam. Could I still be your Rock Queen?
© 2010 Marie HarrisonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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