Sexy
The wind in the trees
The rustling of leaves
All these tend to please
Me
The smell of clean hair
Like perfume in the air
Who longs to be there
Me
It is perfectly clear
When I look in the mirror
The one I hold dear
Me
I guess it’s no news
Narcissism’s my muse
For sexy I’d choose
Me
This is all tongue-in-cheek
Or may be true so to speak
If it’s sexy you seek
Me!
Mike Dailey 2/1/12
Contest: Sexy - only a 9th place finish but what do they know - they haven't seen the real me!
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2012
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