No Strings Attached
In my mind I see you.
Your handsome bronze body.
Your eyes reflect your honesty.
I want to hold you near me.
No strings attached.
In my dreams I see you.
Your stong arms outstretched.
Your long fingers reaching out.
I want to lie with you.
In my eyes I see you,
your face so handsome.
Your looking at me.
I want to kiss your lips.
No strings attached.
The dreams are now gone,
and I'm left with the one.
whose eyes now need
jam jar glasses,
to gaze at the lasses.
Reality at last.
that body went fast,
as all travelled South,
through him stuffing his mouth.
with enough to feed an army.
The arms crack and grate,
as I patiently wait,
whilst he finds his specks.
to give me goodnight pecks.
Before he creaks into bed.
The snores he emits,
have frightened the kids
and keep our neighbours awake,
till I give him a shake.
Then he starts again within minutes.
What a difference takes place.
It's a bloomin disgrace.
when I have to compete with Viagra.
But inspite of all that
I wont change him, for my dream man.
Cause now those Strings are attached!
Copyright © Ann Goodman | Year Posted 2007
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