Musk

Musk
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire.

Musk..
She drives a blue beetle
She eyes the pastor
" See you on Sunday "
She is not shy ..
She has a blue umbrella ..
She checks her hair 
in the puddles.
The church is calling her.

Musk
Dare to ask
Notice me
My my a my
Dream girl

" There is great and there is cheat
And they compete
There is high and there is low
It blows hot or cold
There is irritate and there is pleasure "
The pastor sprays his preach.
Mixed feelings she has to measure.
And then she kneels to pray
For peace without war.

Mysterious Musk..
In a rush
Flips me frivolous

She drive's off in a huff
Her blue beetle leaves a dust
Tinted and in a musk.
Who is she ...
I dont have a name
Before I love her
I'll call her Musk
She had my head turning
I watched her
Leave a cryptic fragance ..
It is fascinating
And me ...O me
Had another glance.
There she goes again.

Musk
Her spellbinding scent
I'll never forget
Her independence 
And incense 
A reason to
Admire
Hope this dream
Never ends
Allthough 
There was eye contact.

angelbluehappymagicmysteryabc

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