Daydreaming Poem by William Mowell

Baby I see your silky white skin
When I feel it I start to grin

Your fiery eyes tell the story
All about the days of glory

Your lips like a fine cherry
Forget about the rest of the berries

Your legs so long and so sleek
You make my knees go weak

When you walk by
Your perfume gets me high

You're always on my mind
And thats where I'm confined

I fantasize about a night of passion
But I could never meet your code of fashion

I can still wonder what might have been
And wish that I could feel your ivory skin