I'll Bring the Brie

I think of her when I'm awake I think of her when I'm asleep With silent, contemplative mind My thoughts for her run deep She's a Woman of all women So beautiful to behold I'd serenade her day and night And if I may be so bold As to Wonder if her skin is soft It looks as smooth as cream I guess the only way for me to know Is to caress it in a dream And Yes, I've had some dreams of her Where I kissed her on the cheek Gentle brushes from my lips Painting whispers without speak