Pointers
by Tim G. Young
Which way are the Pointer Sisters pointing
Over, up, sideways, down
Turning smiles into frowns
Wait it's the other way around
Dancing with those legs
Grinding with those grinds
Pointing to the bedroom
Naked in the mirror
Rising to the situation
Pointing to the middle of
Her thighs
All the best ingredients
All the flashy signals
Come to me Daddy
I'm here Mama
Watching the river flow
Forever dipping
In the toe
Able to point your face
Into the soul of mine
Making love to the image
Obsessed with the caress
Pointing higher
Than the heavens
Tripping over
Red stilettos
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I always preferred the Mary Jane Girls, but that's only because I have vulgar taste. ****
Vulgar! Thanks, Chris.
"Able to point your face
Into the soul of mine"
I see you starting to master this form.
Thank you, Darryl.
Like all the points! Well done.
"Watching the river flow
Forever dipping
In the toe"
Many thanks, Dianne.