brian roy skyers


Granny - Poem by brian roy skyers

The female form is a sight to behold
Especially when puberty unfolds
The many curves designed to allure
Varying degrees means some may have much more
Male ardour rises at the various shapes and sizes
Expressly for nourishment a fact now out the window
An encouraged breath, watch them grow
With this form comes maturity
And often motherhood leads
Control of the home and a child that constantly pleads
The matriarch to whom family life falls
Caring, nurturing, answering every call
And finally..grandma..so warm and wrinkly
The only place to be..in her arms warm and cuddly.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2014


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