Janet
You feel her like a minstral wind
Warm and zelous, vibrant, and on fire
Enticing enchantments dwell on Ingersoll hill, past on from a Tilbury state of mind
Randy
A tradesman biding for currency, whilst holding satire court through rose coloured glasses
They meet, time stops, a reset has been fathomed
For tender love is  emerging with torrents of wild, primal, passion flashing premonitions

Christmas is here
It's been a long year
Lord knows it was pretty *****
Hurricanes and Hornets
SpaceX and trump
They came and repoed my car
A good thing occured you can be rest assured
I met the girl of my dream
She fills my heart with the spirit of Love
I think we will be a great team

Where time stops and timelessness begins
Where kisses last forever and a day
Where butterflies flutter and Cupids hover
Where the fever is high and on fire
Where our hearts burn with desire
Where we lay down together pitching woo
Where pain goes to die, loneliness retire
Where Goats n Monkeys make eyes at each other

So there I was, submerged in the essence of a lady
Unsuspecting of what was about to transpire.
It happened while I was getting lost in her human beauty. I touched her hand so softly and I gazed into her eyes.
Her soul appeared to me guided by my subconsciousness I invited her to linger in my imagination like a spell.
Not unlike a  3Dimage comes forward when you move ever so slightly,
I saw her inner beauty and it took my breath away.
Then she kissed me, and I kissed her back.
and the world flashed.
Thoughts of Those Little Kisses make me smile and give me hope.

I touched your hand and something stirred inside me,
I touched your hand again, and life flashed before my eyes
I touched your hand, then I held your hand so softly,
I touched your hand and I looked into your eyes
Your fingers long with shiny splender,
Held manaquinicully still
With an electrifying auro that
sparkles enchantment,
Coveting your secrets of thrill
Sheltered by innocence
Protected with fear
With love they open at will
I touched your hand in a dream last night
When I woke you were suddenly gone
I touched your hand and you disappeared like magic
The inevitable end to my song

Her voice, it's echoing, in the chambers of my brain,
Her eyes, they shine, hazel and pure as rain
A taste of pleasure, my blood will run so hot,
When eyes unite in a forts night we plot
No not I wonder, I'm pale and lost without her
Nor can I please insatiable desire for her till
The forts night we plot, and our hearts will beat together.