At least I know I got a good poem
Now I've been told
there is lots of fish
well obviously but she's
the prettiest note in the symphony
Strait up
She's pretty from the neck up with a minimal amount of makeup
She's not an A cup but a step below C
Got this merman urning for the birds and the "B"s
On the "surface" but it seems
there's a purpose in the "deep"
Conversations thats escaping from the beauty that she breaths
She's intelligent
No if ands or rear ends
makes me wanna switch from swift chats
to dear friends
Maybe take a chance to grip hands
and share trends
Turn this subtle glance to a stare dance
my lens
comprehends the tango
as we tangle through these deep looks
Trying to turn this fable to more than ink in my think book
I may seem shook
But I'm not
I'm deep in thought
It's seeming odd between your bod
and no facades
It's like the gods composed the odds
to get even with
even if
some obstacles seem untoppable
I feel its possible
And almost unstoppable when I peer into those optical s
So not to boast or pose a dose of machination
But I wouldn't of wrote this if there wasn't a hint
of reciprocation
flirtation
is one of the best medications
When the dosages are exchanged in equal coordination
so now I'm waiting
patiently awaiting the next conversation
with the tiniest hint
of anticipation.