Barbie Dolls I’ve never played with Barbie Dolls, wasn’t raised to do so not into plastic parts, hearts or pose-able limbs Not attracted to the over accessorized diamonds and gems or a Woman that thin……. I want something plump to bump into full course meals on the menu high heels only when I’m in you, so I can bend you perfectly enter you invertedly, submerging me into the depths of your wettest of flesh I need love handles to grip when I’m slipping in A Love that handles my grip, when I’m slipping She listens when I mention every intention and decision Wisdom is accepted and reciprocated minds are titillated I mean she gotta be real to me She gotta feel me, the real me, be able to heal me deal me better hands, when life calls my bluff she gotta like it rough, but be able to smooth my edges, hold true to our pledges She gotta be confidant beyond fake breasts and hair pieces knowing I don’t care where her hair reaches I want a Woman… whose best parts are her stretch marks…… She don’t need to be shaped like an hourglass I’m trying to count the grains of intensity in her past See the struggles she’s been overcoming I want a Woman I want to argue for the thrills of losing the goose-bumps and chills Just to know our Love is Real That’s hard to do when she ain’t When she fake, then we break, cause she can’t keep her back straight from carrying this weight I want a Woman with weight…..in her thighs I can tell she’ll wait, in her eyes A woman that cries, cause Big Girls still do I want a Big Girl, who can eat for two so when life throws us lemons……. She be into fruit salads while I’m tossing hers She ain’t sucking her teeth when she slurs her words and we exchange our gifts cause we deserve, never mind our last nerves I don’t want that fake and phony cold when she hold me better off lonely cause she didn’t give she just loaned me, but don’t owe me don’t go her way for a day, that night she don’t know me Boney, no body to hold onto… Like really, she’s Nobody to hold onto I want a Woman who’s handling the baggage she’s carried but ain’t afraid to be carried and down to be married I don’t need a Doll who’s gonna dog me, leap frog to the next John when I’m wrong She gotta be strong and hold on, get a long for the haul I want a woman whose feet hurt from walking but still a sweetheart when talking She aint calling me names we don’t add on to the pain by playing games I want that Love that’s tangible Love that’s manageable I want a Woman that can throw blows if ever I’m being handled I need a Real Woman, a Whole Woman, to be my sole Woman I mean be my Soul Woman I want a Big Girl cause I’m tired of little whiny-ass Jezebels and Diva’s Whose self-worth only amounts to their physical features I want a Woman that makes me feel protected a Woman I can play Chess with, mind tested be Blessed with I must admit…… I love them thick the kind of thick that Barbie ain’t dressed with She gotta know her ‘Thick” she was blessed with She looks her best in That ‘Thick’ that makes me lick lips and kiss every inch a thick I can pinch and make a wish to be Rich then make her remind me I am, by calling my name I want a woman perfectly made for Lovers with bad aim Cause I don’t want to miss Her A Picture…. too much to be framed or contained in pretty wrapping for marketing like the type of dames so many Lames seem to be targeting My argument is simple I want a Woman with Ass-dimples and a gut Big butt and flaws in her strut A Woman who ain’t interested in Ken nor Milton Bradley She ain’t silicon adding, when her breasts get saggy and instead of getting naggy, she helps me find the way how I’ve never played with Barbie and I ain’t about to start now. Shake the Poet
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 00:07:57 +0000
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