Imaginary Lover

I am alone now as I ponder issues deep...you and me... Sometimes three...wait ~ that is yet another fantasy... Maybe another time...perhaps... Side-tracked...again... "Damn...thought that I perfected my act..." till I met you ~ Invader of days...and...fierce nights...dreaming of making- Love to you... Everywhere... Anywhere... Strange is the moon transforming a lady into...a.. Freak... I ride horses with such grace...grinding...you...living for- The organ...If I kiss Zeus, will his tongue parch these- Pink lips of mine... Do I dare? "Damn, I thought that I perfected my act..." till I met you ~ Do tears really fall from these dark brown eyes? Big girls don't cry... A tribute to Atlanta Rhythm Section...