Classified
I was on a mission of my own
Got caught up by her charms
Wanted to spend a little time
Wrapped up in her arms
Missing from my duty station
The captain was fit to be tied
I want to know where you are
Sorry, sir, that’s classified
I knew that there would be hell to pay
When I got back to the base
But my thoughts were on other things
As my fingers touched her face
She was the sun, the moon and stars
Words to an old love song
Her lips, the spark to start a fire
That had been dormant for too long
My buddy met me at the gate
He said man your butt is fried
Where the hell have you been
I said Can’t say, it’s classified.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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