I wrote this one in February, for a woman I met on myspace.
Edna Rose
She so seductively slipped into submission
On her back, on her brown leather couch wishin’
That a young, fun, eager, meager man would listen
As she delivers, be the giver of soliloquies missin’
Even though, keeping low is what she tends to vision,
When I trump a high pace, on Myspace on this end.
I got a feelin’, she’s been dealin’ in some freaky * * * * and
I’m compelled to expel my doubts and go enlist in.
Edna Rose is powerful. Edna Rose glistens
Edna Rose delivers prose, and poetry when it’s in
Its purist form. Its surest storm strikes when the decision
Is made when Edna’s heart is on the line, baited for fishin’
For that stimulant, Edna Rose knows only a man can sense in
When she slouch on her couch of her living room, hintin’
With seductive eyes coupled with red lip dyes and hands hidden
Behind her head, knowing the bed is where it all will end in.
© 2008 by -- author name hidden -- (aka RabidRabbit)
for Edna Johnson
