Daydreams
On the way to the country I daydream,
I conjure my celene, lieing there next to me.
Pulling her in my lap, she tucks her head under my chin.
Granting me permission to stroke that wonderful red hair again.
A small little moan rips from her throat just begging for an answer.
Slowly tilting her head up by her chin I reach down,
And place a tender kiss to her lips,
Placing my hand on her cheek.
That cheek so smooth, unflawed, makes me wonder.
Her eyes so brown, I want to bath in those chocolate eyes.
An intellegent gleam spark in those eyes.
I hold her close to me, singing softly my lullaby.
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