I see possibilities in the way that you walk
A certain rhythm, a certain kind-a spunk
It's chill, but with purpose
It's real, and full of intent
But not in too much of a hurry
Cause baby there's time
Watch'n those hips sass
Watch'n those legs strut
Watch'n that switch'n ass
Watch'n that body cut
A path through space
Everything else subject to its grace
I'm so glad there's time
To watch you strut and see the possibilities
As you come walk'n into my reality
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A/N:
There is never as much time as we think and there are always more possibilities than we could possibly know.
Keep it popp'n,
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
