my love lies softly sleeping
twelve hundred miles away
i feel her life’s force longing
and imagine that magic day
i’ll hold her in a madman’s grip
lusting lips will press to mine
i’ll savor every sultry inch
our souls will intertwine
all the pain that we’ve endured
all the wasted, lonely plights
will burst to sweet fruition
as we make love thru the night
and when the morning’s glory
unveils a pretty, glowing face
her blinking eyes will open blue
my destiny will know her placeConroe, Texas ‘99 |
