Mary Go Round
she lies in the garden her mind consumed in dreams
spinning this way then that way it seems
she can almost breathe in the smell of her lover
mixed in with the daffodils and lilacs and one other
her pretty blue dress flutters in the fall breeze
leaving her soft legs uncovered above the knees
she dreams his touch underneath but it is her own
skillfully manipulative fingers loosing free a moan
after all it is her temple this is her genuflection
wonders if her lover dreams of her in his reflection
she should go she knows that is the proper answer
but if she leaves who then will lovingly romance her
spinning in the garden where wild kisses land galore
round and round goes Mary confused by this for sure
torn betwixt and between her lips tremble for an answer
on her tiptoes pirouette like a ballet dancer
again her mind rolls thru the clouds of blissful rushes
feeling his hands on her supple ******* tongue flickered hushes
she feels his eyes staring into her own eyes of grey
take me now my darling please never go away
as she awakens from weary torment thrown away the chains
the release of her special fragrance releases all the pains
the morning rain drops breathing in the sound
from high above we smile and watch Mary Go Round
Gomer LePoet ....
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
Mary Go Round
she lies in the garden her mind consumed in dreams
spinning this way then that way it seems
she can almost breathe in the smell of her lover
mixed in with the daffodils and lilacs and one other
her pretty blue dress flutters in the fall breeze
leaving her soft legs uncovered above the knees
she dreams his touch underneath but it is her own
skillfully manipulative fingers loosing free a moan
after all it is her temple this is her genuflection
wonders if her lover dreams of her in his reflection
she should go she knows that is the proper answer
but if she leaves who then will lovingly romance her
spinning in the garden where wild kisses land galore
round and round goes Mary confused by this for sure
torn betwixt and between her lips tremble for an answer
on her tiptoes pirouette like a ballet dancer
again her mind rolls thru the clouds of blissful rushes
feeling his hands on her supple ******* tongue flickered hushes
she feels his eyes staring into her own eyes of grey
take me now my darling please never go away
as she awakens from weary torment thrown away the chains
the release of her special fragrance releases all the pains
the morning rain drops breathing in the sound
from high above we smile and watch Mary Go Round
Gomer LePoet ....
