Smitty Longsleeves' Blog

Vivid mental landscapes still give me no rest

And my fantasy lives within my breast.

I breathe her through my mouth and chest.

She' s the woman to whom I freely confess.

The woman I want to undress and de-stress

From the daily mess that tends to get her upset.

I want to be the one who makes her wet.

I want to make her forget her deepest regrets.

I want to treat her with the utmost respect

And rub her shoulders and neck

When her body's a wreck.

I want to feel her warm breath upon my skin.

I want to protect her from death and the hurt felt within.

I want to be the one to take away all of her pain.

I want to make love to her while we stand out in the rain.

I want to take her on a long train ride through Spain

While I take my time with her body and drive her insane

And as the night turns to day, the Spanish guitar plays

While we lay and we say that we will always stay a team

But it's all just a dream.

Just a fools scheme.

As elusive as a pocket of golden moon beams.

I think about my fantasy all of the time.

I find myself asking "What if she were mine?"

She's so goddamn fine

With a body designed like a Goddess Divine

And a beautiful mind

Could we be two of a kind?

If ever you think so just show me a sign

Or drop me a line.

You never know what our two hearts might find.

I'm just stating things that I have pondered

My private thoughts when my mind starts to wander.

Lady so sweet, I'll make you something to eat.

When you come home from a hard day

I'll be there to greet, to pull out your seat

And rub your sore feet until you're falling asleep.

The one who would then carry you up the stairs.

The one who would show you that he truly cares.

The one who would always lend you his ear.

The one to alleviate all of your fears.

The one who would wipe away all of your tears.

The one you grow old with the rest of your years.