Ashamed

Baby I can already see it. You walking on a sheer floating gossamer wave where the stars drip from the cieling like hot wax Your hair sweeping over your eyes like a seductive ballerina And all I can think about is your beard tracing the curvator of my body. Let your your cologne be the treasure map of our once adventurous ecstacy You bring out the sun of my smile Cascading my light around the circumfrence of my world like a spotlight This daydream of mine, brings me such peace and You whose tuxedo body..... is mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Better than that ever of Leonardo Dicaprio or George Clooney You are Apollo's finest work of art You mortal Renoir Your body is the epitomy of masculinity Your arms are stronger than that of the ancient oak I like a sleepy mischevious cat, is just dying to fall asleep in them But oh from so high, how will I ever climb down again? You have a bottom like a warrior Yes I have taken notice of it.... You are built for the wieght of the world Your chest holds the rythmic life Snare Drum I am mesmorized by the cavity where the angelic source of laughter derives from No I am not ashamed Walking next to you is like.....trying to walk behind a King when I am only but a french maid