Francesca Johnson - My Man's Lady

My man
has a beautiful lady,
not shady at all.

Skirts flared.
Who'd dare
to NOT look
at my man's lady.

Graceful
and sleek
but don't call her meek
because she's throaty,
throaty and floaty,
elegant, strong,
sailing along,
head up high,
face to the wind
cutting through the breeze.

Butter wouldn't melt?
Don't go there.....

She may be tough
but she ain't rough.

She's a lady.

My man's lady.




(Close to my man's heart but not human. Guess........)

Francesca Johnson

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