Imaginary Lover
I am alone now as I ponder issues deep...you and me...
Sometimes three...wait ~ that is yet another fantasy...
Maybe another time...perhaps...
Side-tracked...again...
"Damn...thought that I perfected my act..." till I met you ~
Invader of days...and...fierce nights...dreaming of making-
Love to you...
Everywhere...
Anywhere...
Strange is the moon transforming a lady into...a..
Freak...
I ride horses with such grace...grinding...you...living for-
The organ...If I kiss Zeus, will his tongue parch these-
Pink lips of mine...
Do I dare?
"Damn, I thought that I perfected my act..." till I met you ~
Do tears really fall from these dark brown eyes?
Big girls don't cry...
A tribute to Atlanta Rhythm Section...
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