You greet me at the door, skimpily dressed in red
My grin is ear to ear, there’s throbbing in my head (it’s has now become the big head)
Your carefree spirit is like your gold tousled hair
With my weakness for blondes, it is all I can bear
Naomi is your name but only in this place
You lead me to the room, start with a quick embrace
Our clothes disappear and the music starts to play
Naomi loves her music, my CD today
We dance our naked dance, rhythmic swaying, sliding
Hands, arms, everything over everything gliding
Our mouths searching, finding, exploring, face, ears, neck
I look into your eyes, they turn me to a wreck
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
It’s shower time, my bathrobe on, you take my hand
The water‘s hot and wet, my wish is your command
You on your knees as you cleanse my loving feeling
Your gaze up has me inescapably reeling
You dry me off, back to the room where we resume
Music playing, your nakedness my eyes consume
They devour every freckle, every curve
Naked nipples, naked lips, me for you to serve
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
The lotion is so cold contrasting your warm touch
Your naked bod a feel I love so very much
Your weight on me and yet above the clouds I float
Enraptured senses, it could have been all she wrote
From this point on the poetry is what you write
But I assure a guarantee you will recite
The chorus that I’ve written here with thoughtful care
Connection queen, it is an aura that you share
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
There is no doubt, here she belongs, a rich treasure
Not hidden but available for our pleasure
But beware the potion that can be addictive
And her sessions may leave your breathing restrictive
This wonderful feeling I cannot confuse
There is no better way of Killing the blues
Through the morning, through the night when you’re Gone gone gone
The Fortune teller tells me it’s time to move on.
The last thing on my list
A touch of fist to fist
OC Mar09
My grin is ear to ear, there’s throbbing in my head (it’s has now become the big head)
Your carefree spirit is like your gold tousled hair
With my weakness for blondes, it is all I can bear
Naomi is your name but only in this place
You lead me to the room, start with a quick embrace
Our clothes disappear and the music starts to play
Naomi loves her music, my CD today
We dance our naked dance, rhythmic swaying, sliding
Hands, arms, everything over everything gliding
Our mouths searching, finding, exploring, face, ears, neck
I look into your eyes, they turn me to a wreck
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
It’s shower time, my bathrobe on, you take my hand
The water‘s hot and wet, my wish is your command
You on your knees as you cleanse my loving feeling
Your gaze up has me inescapably reeling
You dry me off, back to the room where we resume
Music playing, your nakedness my eyes consume
They devour every freckle, every curve
Naked nipples, naked lips, me for you to serve
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
The lotion is so cold contrasting your warm touch
Your naked bod a feel I love so very much
Your weight on me and yet above the clouds I float
Enraptured senses, it could have been all she wrote
From this point on the poetry is what you write
But I assure a guarantee you will recite
The chorus that I’ve written here with thoughtful care
Connection queen, it is an aura that you share
Do I know you
The chemistry seems so right
It can’t be true
And then again it just might
There is no doubt, here she belongs, a rich treasure
Not hidden but available for our pleasure
But beware the potion that can be addictive
And her sessions may leave your breathing restrictive
This wonderful feeling I cannot confuse
There is no better way of Killing the blues
Through the morning, through the night when you’re Gone gone gone
The Fortune teller tells me it’s time to move on.
The last thing on my list
A touch of fist to fist
OC Mar09
