Soft and mello.
Sweet like jello.
That's how you felt when I held you on the dance floor.

Eyes closed.
As we took our whirl.
Felt like I was in dream world.

Bodies entwined as they played our favorite song.
Sparks that you send.
God I prayed that this slow dance would never end.

Your face is smiling and inviting.
Kiss so exciting.
Lips so sweet.
Taste like a peach.

Your face is framed in my mind.
Painted in my heart.
Tattooed on my soul.
Sketched on my skin.
Part of my very being.

Candice was the Walmart Queen.
This was her favorite scene.
In her Daisy Duke jeans with **** crack showing.
She pranced through the aisles.
Getting stares from the ladies and from the guys she got smiles.

Darling, the Jamaican night was sizzling.
And so were you in your one piece bathing suit.
Looking delicious like pineapple fruit.

The brilliant stars dotted the sky.
Beads of pearls dripped down your face.
Sweet coconut milk on your lips I could taste.

A lady of high fashion.
A white sand beach.
A night filled with passion.
You and I climbing love's highest peak.

It was a great day for a summer stroll.
Just sweetheart, me, and my favorite cane fishing pole.
Looking for a day of fun.
Down at the local fishing pond.

The sun was was warm and the fish were biting great that day.
Enjoying the pond waves ripple and the way the bobber did sway.
Sweetheart was looking very **** in a seductive way.
But all I had on my mind was fish fillet.

The rooster is crowing.
The grass needs mowing.
A piece of hay in sweetheart's hair.
A cool breeze blowing in the air.

Love in the barn loft.
Heavenly, sweet, and soft.
Passion beyond compare.
The sounds of ecstasy floating in the air.

The corn is all yellow and ripe.
Paint is peeling on the outhouse.
There is a two rainbow sky.
Love will be smoking hot tonight.

Sweetheart has a rose scent.
Her lips are red and wet.
Passion will fly tonight.
On this you can bet.