That’s What I Call Her

The boys all pause with the move of hips
you can see the lust in their eyes
hoping she is entering their vicinity
make the tastiest of a prize

Dress fits nice and snug caressing her ass
hem line short showing of her tone
in the time that she sits in a chair
oh how their penises have grown

Thoughts run wild of the treasure
between the legs trending to pink
fully charged with erotic ammunition
rigid missile charged to the brink

Perhaps one claim her affections
despite the desire to take her and fuck
show her no other male need apply
roaring erection of a formidable buck

Not a short tryst when their minds wander
loving an all around her body trip
to share the sounds of mating’s grandeur
sweetness of that pussy’s tight grip

You see Momma exudes sexiness naturally
just in having the beauty in men’s dreams
the guys who have the worst with her near
are those with the tight fitting jeans