My Jealous Adjectives
Everyone she meets want to
sunbathe in her smiley face
My happy-go-lucky girl
with the sexy turnabout twirl
She’s got a wooing walking way,
sensual sway ... sultry sashay
And my adjectives get jealous
about her everyday
Office chatter gets whisper low
when my girl arrives
Top-of-the-morning goes spinning
fast into noon
Five o’clock takes a commuter dive,
I can’t wait
for my baby to come home soon
Go out on a dinner date;
order romantic radish thoughts,
creamy tossed salad kisses on my plate
The waiter serving is looking a little too close,
my baby’s curvy cleavage is too near his nose
My adjectives are getting jealous again,
and a hard stare is the only tip he got coming
On the dance floor, she got a lot of eyes turning ...
yeah, both women and men
Then some cologne doused clod wanna cut in,
sparking the ire of my jealous adjectives once more
But my loving baby puts her hands on my hips,
and pulls me closer to her
Then she puts her mahogany cheek on my lips,
and tells him that I was here first
She knows how jealous my adjectives get,
and likes when a non-verbal fire gets lit
Her body rhythmic movements
says her flaming passion is all mine ...
Such delightful, adjective promises —
It’s supernova loving time
when our two combustible hearts combine
And at home, we vow to never quench any of it,
as the night candle lights burn down to the wick
This poem was inspired by the poem titled "Purpose"
by the talented poetess Mindy Clay.
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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