~Jan~

I can remember many a weekend
When you would prance around the bed,
Wearing a thin little T-shirt
And sexy panties I'd help you shed..

And that enchanting peek at your panties
As the T-shirt slid up your hips,
Would drive me wild.. with a wanting
Of one glimpse of mystery's tips..

And the wonderful scent of that mystery
As my tongue trailed up your thighs,
Would fill my desires with craziness and fires
As I listened to your moans and cries..

The scent, the scent, the fire ,the hint
And you would whisper more,
With heavy breath that exquisite death
As I closed on what I adore..

Listening to you purr.. my heart all astir
I know this has to be a dream,
For this angel I've had, so good at being bad
Is never exactly what she'd seem..

Each trip I make, from thigh to quake
Gawd the wonder as I explore,
My sweet Lady, a pretty smile to the world
As her lust is screaming more.

~Mike~

Michael, I made this page because you asked me too
but I am still blushing from your poem...Thank you Sweetheart...
The song is beautiful......
You will always be special to me...Jan

Charlie Pride

You're So Good When You're Bad"

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