Daydreams
"Once again, a daydream laden afternoon paralyzes me..."
Once again
A daydream laden afternoon
paralyzes me as thoughts of you
race through my head
at some ridiculous speed
and #$@!
Your scent was luscious
like your kiss, so giving
as you wrestled for control I would not give
for fear of losing myself in you
(like that would be so terrible)
mmm Girl, you just don’t know
when you lay your head against my chest
that heart is beating just for you
Once again
I want to fly
through the universe of you
where the stars no longer matter
just the fact of us lying in a tangle on the floor
against your favorite chair
while the music only we can hear
melds with melodies only we can make
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Tim Ellerbe II
I am a Musician, Author and Artist. Find out more on my website timellerbe.com
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