Smiling At Him
Smiling at him
I wonder if he knew
What I was thinking
& what I intended to do
He was the first guy
That I really liked
Oh his beautiful smile
I wished for him to be mine
Tall, dark and handsome
He must came out of a story book
In my pages
I wanted him to take a look
He was the one
That I want in my life
He was the guy
I would love to be his wife
Over & over again
He came in my head
Taking me to worlds I hardly knew
Strangely enough he was in my bed
For he was mine
And I was his
Even if I am
Only his mistress.
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