Not Fair Game
Fair game she is not
By another she's been caught
Yet her smile sets me free
For a never ending fantasy
When by chance we would meet
With a gentle kiss she would greet
Then with an easy tug
Comes a deep and strong hug
Then on more she would insist
No way I could resist
Her blond hair blowing in the breeze
Those beautiful eyes that always tease
Her body next to mine
The touch and smell that are so fine
Excited enough for coffee to spill
Brings me back to what is real
That into her life I can not fit
The fantasy is all I will ever get!
An Uncle Charlie Original
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