Not Fair Game

Fair game she is not By another she's been caught Yet her smile sets me free For a never ending fantasy When by chance we would meet With a gentle kiss she would greet Then with an easy tug Comes a deep and strong hug Then on more she would insist No way I could resist Her blond hair blowing in the breeze Those beautiful eyes that always tease Her body next to mine The touch and smell that are so fine Excited enough for coffee to spill Brings me back to what is real That into her life I can not fit The fantasy is all I will ever get! An Uncle Charlie Original