Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

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Mystery Girl (undated)

 

When I lay myself down in bed at midnight

I can't help but envision you laying at my side

I picture your perfect smile, your eyes, your figure

Oh how I'd love kiss you from your toes to your fingers

 

I'd serenade you from sunset till the sunrise

And gaze even longer into your ocean eyes

I'd probably cry if I stared a bit too long

My smile, it's the last stanza of this song

 

But we've got a record to record

Perhaps a whole collection, a million records strong

And we'd have a top-seller, a romance others dream of

A love so innocent, the pure kind of love

 

I want to take you for a walk along the sea

And lay you in the sand and show you how it ought to be

Take care of your needs, your wants, your wishes, your dreams

It seems I cannot die till all this is reality

 

Take you by the hand and lead you to a land

And what you'll be getting is what you have been missing