She was a big freak!
A million orgasms
Moaning a bitches brew
Inside Miles head.
Brown and sweet as sugar cane.
She roared and hissed
throbbing fire over bass lines.
Heart between her legs
Sighing serpents from her lips
Licking gun fire funk and
writhing on guitar riffs.
Riding rhythms like a lusty
banshee wailing her soul.
They say she was different...
No, Betty was a bad mama
Afro funky and unashamed
To be Kali fierce and Aphrodite
risque.
Blistering sexpots and leaving men
smoldering in her wake.
Be careful, or she'll beat you
with that turquoise chain and
lay claim to your soul.
If you're in luck, she might be your
nasty gal for a night.
But baby she won't love you
Cuz she is a
Woman.
1 comment:
Now this is a fitting poem for the photo. She does seem fierce and remorseless, which is very powerful indeed. Great job.
Shari
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