My Baby
butterflies flutter in your eyes
breathtaking
the blue leads round like a pool
color navy
soft and sensors
like lovemaking
blue jean, moonbeam, my baby -
and the sound of a million lies in the voice of just one
you're the one
the one who serenades under the sun
like Tennessee moonshine
that sound is so fine
blue jean, moonbeam, my baby.
Copyright © Meadow Miller | Year Posted 2019
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