This is for a friend of mine that I grew up with, just a sweet poem.
Shaken Not Stirred
She walked passed
I said…
To myself
What a great
Asssss
You noticed
shaken not stirred
She glanced back
As if she knew
my mumbling words
I ran up to her
Uttered these words
Your
Shaken not stirredShe smiled
She was
dark chocolate
fresh as
the morning breeze
Silky long black hair
down passed her ears
Oh
she was
shaken not stirred to say the least
The essence of her beauty
radiates from her release
Charmed
Well mannered
Skilled beyond belief
A mother of two
Teaching her daughters
What and what not to do
A sister
A daughter
A friend
What more could you ask for
I’ve always loved her
I’m honored
To call her my friend
She is
shaken not stirred
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