baglady

It was the time of dark night
The palm trees where only visible in the moon light

There she was, a girl dancing in the middle of the arena
Looking like the number one prima ballerina

Her earrings were big and made of gold
Indeed not everyone got the chance of her body to hold

But when she whines she would let HIM come up behind her
No other would have been better
A perfect King to her crown
The sweat made her soft skin glance
Her arms, raised to the sky, had the perfect tone of light brown

And if the two of them wanted, they would be tight
All night
Even until the first sign of morning light

They all looked when she moved her hips fast,
And they thought her body wouldn’t last
Then all of the sudden she would stop
And do it all again,
but this time slow
Cause the room was filled with the vibes of reggae and calypso


Old Poem By BagLady, inspired by Collie Buddz - Mamacita