Twenty first century poetry
Should be short and sweet
Full of the moon and body heat
Long slender legs
That breaks open with day
Hair unpinned falling away
Men stumbling all about
Falling in love wearing hearts out
Nonsense wafting in a lovers scent
Men wondering which way she went
Lips fuller than political lies
Causing confusion in her thighs
And eyes big fat blue and brown
Men on one knee
Following down
A tasty little kiss
Or that pouty frown
She’ll steal your heart
And it will be missed
Until you meet
Her pretty little sis
Making sexy little sounds
Laying on the park grass
Even if it doesn’t last
For today she made you her king
And you can’t wait to slide the ring
This poetry you chosen to be your queen
Just made you so happy with her high pitch scream
