MIA...
By: KB© 2005
I'm a POW and a MIA
I woke up and found myself captive one day
held prisoner by your smile....
lost and missing in your charm.....finding freedom at the
end of my arm
hands....touching, caressing, undressing exploring
brain screaming "girl tell yo' mouth don't be
ignoring"
her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her mound....
in which you've found
Freedom, sweet release....damn all of sudden the world is at
peace!
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