Mademoiselle's Choice
Don’t look another further…
I is right here my dear…
I am making it clear…
Pure and simple…
Plain and to the point…
My young miss…
I insist…
Me you…be witch…
My morning, mid, and evening…
Itch…
Don’t look another further…
I want you to be my babies mutha…
And that ain’t no joke…
Sorry it was you I choked…
And who’s heart I broke…
But this ain’t no okie, doke…
I wanna be good folks…
MARRY ME…
So we can be…
Don’t look another further…
Help me to be…
The Mister, in your life…
I’m asking…my babies mutha…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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