Best Hopered Poems

Her the Red Blues

i glance at a woman,
very dogmatic,
my eyes are enamor to her body.

i cant belive what im seeing,
i can feel that i'm woke,
but i swear that im dreaming.

her walk,
hips swinging like kids at a playground,
buttercream legs stuffed in devilish pumps.

im cursed by her strut.
fierce red bone woman,
eyes like a cat in the night,
hair long red curled.
i belive it can wrap around the word.

jus stomping on all the other girls.
u can tell cause all you see is mugs...eyes
following that girl thats...just...sooo wow.

she got me hard like algebra 9.
she to fine to be calling this girl a dime.
shes priceless in my eyes.

how i would love to be a race car.
hitting every curve on her body.

i feel like a cow jumping over the beautiful moon
she that marrying type someone give me broom

all i know i her
her the red blues.