A calling, ahh..it surely rings,
with temptation easing in.
Ever so delicately, she flings
long tresses, a lolling sin.

Fluid movements of studied care,
approaching with purpose..
Timeless passion was spent here,
surely one could propose.

A perfect match, she plays to win,
yet, no sweat arises.
Odds on money, displays the gin,
she already prizes.

Twas' oe'r well before the flip
my lad, any twit should see..
Entranced by swaying hip,
so sad, but surely meant to be.

Bow low, to who dealt the blow,
for victory, she earned it.
Lest those who know ebb the flo,
of a fool that spurned wit.



Damian McCray

Thank you! I've been waiting for another poem by you. I like the way you write dude!

peace
jimmy

Tnx Jim..I appreciate that..
My writings are like i'm in two seperate worlds man.
The transition, from go go go..
to row and flow..You know.

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