Daydreams

On the way to the country I daydream, I conjure my celene, lieing there next to me. Pulling her in my lap, she tucks her head under my chin. Granting me permission to stroke that wonderful red hair again. A small little moan rips from her throat just begging for an answer. Slowly tilting her head up by her chin I reach down, And place a tender kiss to her lips, Placing my hand on her cheek. That cheek so smooth, unflawed, makes me wonder. Her eyes so brown, I want to bath in those chocolate eyes. An intellegent gleam spark in those eyes. I hold her close to me, singing softly my lullaby.