My man <br />has a beautiful lady, <br />not shady at all. <br /> <br />Skirts flared. <br />Who'd dare <br />to NOT look <br />at my man's lady. <br /> <br />Graceful <br />and sleek <br />but don't call her meek <br />because she's throaty, <br />throaty and floaty, <br />elegant, strong, <br />sailing along, <br />head up high, <br />face to the wind <br />cutting through the breeze. <br /> <br />Butter wouldn't melt? <br />Don't go there..... <br /> <br />She may be tough <br />but she ain't rough. <br /> <br />She's a lady. <br /> <br />My man's lady. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(Close to my man's heart but not human. Guess........)<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-man-s-lady/
