Oh My To His Waiting Eyes
oh my to his waiting eyes
she pedals her bike
to his spike
taking the road
to his gold
one wrong turn
she'll be burn
red lights
out of sight
green light
just right
she races along
singing a song
cat's in the cradle
in his fable
cat's in cradle
in his stable
cat's in the cradle
on his table
cat's in the cradle
whims he enables
she laughs, she laughs
at her rift raft
she laughs at her cat
you such a dirty rat
now say cheese
her hair blowing in the breeze
she pedals faster
to her master
hearts a stumping
for some bumping
hearts a fire
for his desire
hey, me
do you see
is that seat
giving you heat
oh my, oh my
to blue skies
oh my, oh my
to his
... waiting eyes
connie pachecho
1/12/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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