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MY WIFELY MOTHERShe's so much better than my mom When she walks around with nothing on She kisses more than my lips Touches private places with her fingertips Let's me feed upon her cooking When my real momma's not looking She is the mother that I want She writes me poetry to haunt That place there between my eyes In my manly mind she lies Babies me with kind attentions There are things she never mentions Quiet as one can be When she gets enough loving from me Mama woman pretty girl Come into your play son's world Teach me how to do things That makes my wifely momma sing Because that song Sung all along The dark of nights Brings to me lights Of that one woman My wifely momma who keeps me coming Back for more As she yells Wipe your feet and close that door She is protected Quite unexpected To do all she wants to do That's why I think I'll trade One mom for two. 7/29/2009 0220 cj Vote for this poem
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