By B.K.
Date: 2005 Jul 26
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Tonight While Writing

I keep a pad and pen close
But nothing is flowing
These dry hot days
Sorry Darlin
It's not your fault
It's just the circumstances
If I think of you
My knees go weak
I just mind whisper Baby
And this sweet ache sends me
Into a secret sublime passion
Sometimes I just want to stay there
Forever and ever in bliss
But then reality zaps hard
Then refuses to give me an I'm sorry kiss