Tickle My Francy

Every time I think I'm going to stop I write some more Of things that make me think of you, things like favorite store Or music, coffee, reading books, the dreams of which I write The ones that I don't dare to, the crazy ones at night I'll keep them to myself until the time we might discuss A someday conversation, kept between just us But ask if I would trade them for another of a kind And I would tell you no, but thanks, I like you on my mind Little kisses, great big hugs, the tracing of tattoos Imagination running wild, I have a gift for you