"QUEENS AND MISTRESSES"

A green leaf wouldn't fall without a pluck,
When she heard your call, she came back, 
Craving the love of that chest, unbuttoned,
And gasping, on the ear drums, low-toned.
She's a princess. Hell no! She's a goddess!
Man, make a Queen, out of your Mistress.
If she is a Six, then grow her into a Seven,
And sit next to her on every trip to heaven. 

"Queens And Mistresses"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha.


 

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