A little less shaking
she said, and a little
more making love.
Forward ladies are
the best, I think
sent from above.
At Applebees she
reached under the
table to grab me
on my leg, it startled
me as a ladies' man
is hard to see
But here is my angel
sent from on high
Paying for dinner
and massaging my thigh.
I love her so much
that I want to make child
And she'll be the mother
of John Jr, or Kyle
No more girls though.
John W. McEwers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aggressive-woman/
