Today is the day she took me into her bedroom
She knows its not the way she kicks off her shoes
But, led down beside me dreaming on our ecstasy
Then she throws her heart across and over to me
Sometimes you get desires, desire in connections
A hotel room with champagne could be one of those
Reach out and she'll take me back into her bedroom
Stop me, hurt me, tempt me and fly me to the Moon.
And sometimes where love's involved
And sometimes when pain is solved
Inside a vase, a bunch of flowers bloom
If she ever runs she'll sure be back soon.
Now rainbows over you, all glint in shine
There she drafted up a new philosophy
Where her love was deeper than mine
Both each of us on way to our destiny.
Windmills and windows in broken glass
Rivers in love over you with a blessing
And forever in eternity, our home at last
Frolicking on the lawn, lovers caressing.
It's not the way she smiles with her affection
Before the day before she woke up beside me
It's not the way she looks at her own complexion
Spoil me, tease me, sell me and just let us be.
And although a market square, curly hair
And although a lonely man, a man is mint
As the doors opened he sat upon his chair
Hold onto love and lets' love our loving glint
Sit down beside me, see what's inside
Treat me, love me as a lover should
Dig a lot and a brand new world to find
Ask me, love me and the things I could.
She's stood upon her pedal stall chair
Felt overwhelmed with her composure
Can't remember a place called anywhere
And between the pain and the pleasure.
Yesterday went and waved goodbye
Tomorrow came with a 'how'd you do'
Across the oceans, fly high in the sky
Love in yourself and believe it's true.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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very nicely penned Kevin.... N
Thank you, Mr Neville...
There's so much in this i dont know where to begin. Today individual lines fill me with awe at your creativity.
"can't remember a place called anywhere"
"Sit down beside me, see what's inside"
Superb glory and melancholy.
Thanks, dusk, I guess anywhere will do these days, Once again for you reading and commenting...
A fine write Kevin. Pity I swooned when I got to 'frolicking'! heehee.
Keep ya knickers on, orchi. Try to contain yourself, please. You can swoon real good I bet though...
Brilliant Kevin.
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