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By Charade Date: 2001 May 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.25.12.57.20051]] |
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Butterscotch eyes of Caramel Hue Everything beautiful, everything you Haunting my days, haunting my nights Radiate mysteries shimmering lights Only two cravings or maybe just three That tug me and tear me in sheer ecstasy An aura, a feeling, ethereal spell Bewitching, beguiling, beginning to tell Your stature, your stance, your hairy, your height You lips and your chest, a constant delight You're short, and I love that , you held me so tight Fantasize daily and into the night It's driving me crazy, but it's funner than hell You hold me in limbo, a wonderful spell Your freckles, your red hair, your beard and your way Capture my thoughts, till I feel myself sway Swooning and crooning to your tantric tune I faint at your writing, and howl at the moon Although what once was, never will be I dream of the times past, of you and of me I know you must wonder, if I think of you Since they day that we parted, the day we were thru There isn't a day, that hasn't gone by That I don't think of you, in my memories eye I don't cry, nor hurt, nor feel any regret I just wasn't ready , wasn't ready quite yet I wanted more of you, more time to enjoy But glad for the time... before we said goodbye It's a game in my head now, I frequently play To daydream of kissing you, almost every day I fill all my hours, with constant replay Of old times and new times - and what I would say It's going on so long now.... I can't wonder why I'm silly and stupid, like an arrogant fly To hug you, and hug you.... ever so hard To squeeze you and hold you, in constant regard It's Not about sex, nor even bout love Not about watching , the stars up above It's earthly, and real, and made of a tug Of holding you tightly, a bottomless hug If I had one wish, that could ever be filled Of magical dreams, quivered and thrilled Would be a place, that we'd always meet Whenever I wanted, to hug you so sweet That's all that I want , all that I crave The things that have made me, your ethereal slave All that I yearn for, it seems all the time Are your hugs and your kisses, that fill up my mind To touch you, and hold you... is driving me crazy ~ |