The Mistress
She waves her skirt on a sidewalk,
Walking and dancing while she talk,
Her lips are red like cherry fruit
Curly hair with amber barrette hook
She smiles like a maiden chick
She has a nice tone of a rosy cheek
Her eyes glow like a star in the night
Beautiful, rounded dark brown eyes
Why she needs to be a one…?
Where she is pretty and her beauty is beyond
Why she need to be a one…?
Where there are lots of fishes in the ocean…
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017
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