INDIAN DRESS

She was wearing an Indian dress
I must confess
My eyes were took
Her name is Dawn
Rightly so
Her smile brings up the sun
An embrace that rises the blood
She gets on top
always on top of everything
She rocks
Then we came together
She wears an Indian dress
My eyes are took
You can guess the rest
There is no one like her
Not another
Smaller than most
Stronger than many

By: Roger Harkness




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