Some women just have a way about them, you can’t help but notice their beauty far beyond flesh and makeup!
She was her own lady
listen to advice
but do it her way no mistaking
her love not a price
and whoever, she wouldn’t be controlled
she liked her freedom and found it nice
she didn’t care where it was known
she was wearing her ..high heels and blue jeans!
Pretty, intelligent, and cunning
she might give her love
but never bow to any man’s feet
and if someone would yell
wouldn’t be her one come running
her own money and days she’d fill
she could be demanding and yet sweet
and so gracefully her ..high heels and blue jeans.
I was lucky to be her man
understood her ways liberating
she was more than enough, that understand
never a nag or agitating
she was quite a lady
hold her own in a fight, she surely might
but I was her lover and loved every night
when she took off ..her high heels and blue jeans!
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Great poem! The repetition of high heels and blue jeans was perfect.
Thanks LindsayB, a lot of good writers on this site and your one of them, so your compliment means a lot to me ..thanks again.