I spied, she spied
Saw beneath the camo hide
On my mind many times
Imagine us sensual to the tides
A bullet for her
Just wouldn’t do
I’d take a whole magazine
The back-up piece as well, true!
It’s a dream, a fantasy
Confidently I let her be
And gaze upon her beauty free
Hiding in the willow trees
I do not lament
I’m not spent
She’s not a thing I could own or even rent
A muse production for the main event?
As water drops from the rose
As the merlot stimulates my nose
These thoughts grow
A lightbulb above that always glows
Yakka 8/5/15[show_avatar email=128 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]
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