To The T

Right beside me sat my conscience
My destiny and my truth
Beautiful, and untamed
Like a child losing a tooth
Her free spirit roams the Serengeti
Like big cats seeking a prey
Letting her tongue loose
Only for a foolish male to pay

Touching her is like feeling
Talcum powder on your bare skin
Many fear her unleashed wrath
The unprovoked she holds within
True to her words, more tender than grace
I see her future when I look in her face.

Head covered with a stripe blue Kangol
Matching coat warms her voluptuous body in the cold
Thick thighs and onion booty
The kind I love to hold.