Perfume and Lotion
Perfume of the finest kind
Doing something to my mind
On you the lotion smells so good
I'd get closer if I could
Your skin's so soft I do surmise
I'd love to stare into your eyes
And whisper words so delicate
I'll wait until I can, not yet
I think about you every day
In every kind of thinking way
You're beautiful beyond belief
A snow globe in a Christmas wreath
A porcelain doll from Tiffany's
Let's breakfast there across the seas
In France the sun sets just like here
Go with me there one day, my dear
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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