She

She

so today I tip my hat to the proverbial aristocrat with big suit
nothing could be finer then to be in her vagina in the morning
languished inside I'm falling apart at the seams with an evil means
she sits enthroned as women liberation is heading out across the nation
just like Big Pun I'm having a bit of fun & I'm off on the run
coming to a theatre near you we have bitten off far more then we could ever chew
but nothing is new this is true about little boy blew cause he needed the money
society is blind you see that's why we need poetry to face reality
strong against the resistance we got an army of forces tripping on horses
she was there from the very beginning not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven

learn from her as a lost seagull on the ocean with its magic potion
drink her wine of enticement she barricades her ambitions as if she was a zombie
listen closely and you we here a whisper then the shedding of a tear she draws ever near
in good times and bad either happy or sad she is there and she cares
the ellurement of her charm as she breathes in the exhaust of polluted air
a woman's hair with a baby's eyes does all of this come as a sweet surprise
drink in her poision shove it in the oven just don't call me a kissing cousin

pleasure is a trip when you think with your dick and you realize nobody gives a shit
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly miss with a time well spent in thought
she likes the city lights as a corporate slut in a heavy world that's in quite a rush
her sweet melody is in a song can't we all just get along
a reason to believe what will one be willing to achieve
always has something up her sleave so mysterious in her red dress
tears flow through the solace of the evening on her tolerant imagination
perhaps in need of a break on a long awaited vacation
angelic prowess, lavender dust, ellegance & bitch
on some days she's actually a witch with a broom stick flyinf around going midtown
yet she's alwas a woman to me in what she is willing to achieve
yet she fights, she fucks & she wars

she basks in the vast expanse between space and time along in her thoughts
likes to be wined, dined & 69 thinking everything is quite fine
yet she kicks it to the curb as if you heard not to disturb a single word
choices, voices & chances
likes a little Barry White heard on the side at night by her bubble bath
soft pillows with linen sheets a given chance at which to meet and greet
needs to be the center of attention as if she created a brand new invention
she's intellectualized, queen and the bitch of mean
yet others are not so they are pious and ready to go
chosen vessels down by the river Nile so you will know all the great while
she dances on a ring of fire yet throws off a challenge with a shrug
she loves to be love as she eats her milky way having lucid dreams with hay

warm and tender is her heart she will light the spark to where you need to go
eternity can't dismiss her cause angels will have to whisper her sweet angelic name
man is lost without her as he goes about his day having no one to play
she may act as a mistress so you will have to dismiss this logical persuasion in thought
she like a hen beside her rooster yet not to abuse her
she exists in each of us as if a haunt with a joint in her hand
let the reader understand you can't keep sticking it to the man
both needs each other with hearts that are tender in a full surrender
she will labor for the legal tender in a busted up fender
she can be whacked in the head with a face filled with dread

yet she walks tender miles is wise as heights uncharted
she was once there in my dream as a masterpiece so very clean
living in a land that's so very mean
she can control and you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
she
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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