The Sexy French Lady

The sexy french lady is one of a kind

Her life is a mystery and rich like that of an aged wine

Everything in this poem is true, tis no denying

 

Several hearts she left broken with words unspoken

Each time she left me, she took a piece of my heart with her

XOXO's, french kisses and hugs...

Yearning, she left me, like an old used rug

 

Further she led you and then on your way out the door

Remembering her fragrance, and wanting for more

Embracing the nights that she left you alone

Not knowing if you'd see her or where she had gone

Chasing after her was to no avail

Hearts left broken that followed her trail

 

Lovers were many and I was in line

Anxiously waiting when she would be mine

Diva she was, and that's no denying

Yes, the sex frecnch lady, one of a kind