I think of my girl who writes with great prose.
She makes my body shake – head to my toes.
She fills my heart, with passion galore,
And makes my lust take off and sore.
With passion she writes of the love that we share,
As she sit up high in that clear mountain air.
She is not but a dream, one of desire,
Building up inside like a great bond fire.
And I know in my heart that one day she’ll be mine,
But I need to be patient and give it some time.
