I Might Look Like Poem by Roshana Phillips

A mouth that melodiously ticks,
With lips that of savoring sips.
A smile that's wide,
And a face you wouldn't want to defile,
As silence sings,
A beauty to plunder,
I might look like....

Hips that dips,
And thighs that swings.
Feet that tours
In this life where trials are in galore.
Waste line that's fine,
To you I'm refined,
I might look like.
That girl you'll easily get in to plunder
Because of her heart that's way yonder.
And you not seeing the aches and pain inside that thunders.

I might look like that girl that appears strong,
When only God knows that all is wrong
That one that always smile
To hide the tears of fear
That always hides.
I might look like.