Apr 2012
My mouth is dry.
You still look at me.
With those beautiful eyes.
Your dark hair frames you face.
Skin like gold, lips like rubies.
Woman you know, you are stelling my soul.
You still look at me.
With those beautiful eyes.
Your dark hair frames you face.
Skin like gold, lips like rubies.
Woman you know, you are stelling my soul.
Think this would make a good Blues song, just tonight, I do not want to wright the bad ones.
Regards Paul
Regards Paul
(64/M/England)
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