Tonya Poem by Randy McClave

Oh Tonya, what must I say
Must I get down on my knees to pray,
Or would you rather see be beg
So, that I can touch your firm leg,
Please, what must I do or say.

I have seen you only from a far
Almost like searching for a star,
I truly can't take my eyes off of you
So, what must I say or do,
You are the sweets inside a sealed jar.

Tonya, unto you I must truly sound crass
As I think of you when you do pass,
I enjoy it when your walking away from me
Then true excitement and pleasure I see,
I love the look and the move of your ass.

You are now locked into my mind
When there is a fantasy that I want to find,
Coming or going you're a great look
I was baited with a sensual hook,
Then I saw your well shaped behind.

They say that last is always the saved best
And I am not one easily impressed,
From your cleavage I cannot remove my eyes
As I know they belong to a surprise,
I hope one day to behold your breast.

You always make me feel so very meek
You always cause my legs to go weak,
I wish that I had you in my arms
I wish I could convince you with my charms
Oh Tanya, what must I do or speak

Randy L. McClave