Black Sexpender Pants by Suzanne Padgett
The Pied Piper of Sexy
Is walking down the street
Three bodyguards protect him
Wild fans he can't meet
Those black suspender pants
He has me in a trance
He has me weak in the knees
He makes me wanna dance
When I see a black hoodie
I want it to be him
He must want to hide though
Till the sky begins to dim
A Michaelangelo statue
His face without a flaw
I watched from a distance
In disbelief at what I saw
Those Black suspender pants
Suspenders hanging at his hips
He mouthed "Hello" to me
With those perfect sexy lips
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Is walking down the street
Three bodyguards protect him
Wild fans he can't meet
Those black suspender pants
He has me in a trance
He has me weak in the knees
He makes me wanna dance
When I see a black hoodie
I want it to be him
He must want to hide though
Till the sky begins to dim
A Michaelangelo statue
His face without a flaw
I watched from a distance
In disbelief at what I saw
Those Black suspender pants
Suspenders hanging at his hips
He mouthed "Hello" to me
With those perfect sexy lips
Visit: http://fotosuz-fotosuzwindstreamnet.blogspot.com/
For more awesome poems by Suzanne Padgett
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