She grooved my heart one fiery night;
A fair-skinned face - so soft & fresh.
I wondered how she'd really like
Beneath her tight skin & flesh.
And when the music began to beat
To the rhythm of her flaming heart.
I could sense my soul in heat
When we danced & poised with spark
Like two silver swans in the golden pond.
Gee! Her hazel eyes were just as meek.
Oh! I could drown in her nectar smile
To capture her charm for awhile
And taste her honey with yearning fire
A feeling of contentment - not for hire.
