Fantasy Fuels the Flames (Co-Written With James Fraser)

Running her hand over her smooth, long leg She sips red wine and tosses back her hair The smokey air in the Main Street bar Seems to lift when she sees him there Across the room, a lady catches his eye Dressed to impress -- for whom he wonders Thoughts start to flow as he politely stares In his mind he imagines sensual plunders Rugged and handsome, he heads her way An inviting smile lights up her face She pats an empty stool, gives a sign Hoping he'll find his way to this place "Good evening to you, have we met before?" As he runs his eyes down her curvaceous frame My name is James, pleased to meet you His heart on fire with his yearning flame "You DO look familiar," she whispers The fire in his eyes sets off a spark "But I can only see your outline; This room is hot and way too dark" I don't mean to sound forward, let's vacate this bar Let's take a walk, forget about this place I have a flat round the corner, it's not very far It's bright, warm and cozy; we will have our own space Strolling through snowfall; he offers a coat Placing it over her low-cut sweater Then leads her up a long flight of stairs The door opens, "Ah, now that's much better!" Please, make yourself at home, may i get you a drink I'll turn the heat on, take the chill out of the air He hands her a cocktail and she responds with a wink As he towels her wet shoulders and long blond hair A night of passion; they intertwine "I'm so glad you found me," she sighs "Your timing, as always, was just right" She adds as she shades morning sun from his eyes He stirs and turns saying, "Mrs. Mayo, last night was bliss You were sensuous and ripe, like the day we first loved Your limpet like lips, seduced as we kissed We caressed each other as if we were gloved" "We MUST go on meeting like last night, Mr. Mayo, To fan the flames in our decades-long marriage You hold the key to my heart in your passion And our fantasies lift us like a heaven-bound carriage"