I am dating a spook
I will let you know
I have no proof
There is not much to show
I just feel the gentle caress
Through the deep recess
In my beating breast
Sometimes a wind rustles up my dress
I feel a tug at my heart strings
And all the joy it brings
Sometimes deep fears
In my mind it sings
I wouldn't ever miss this
As I know it is the real thing
Not for a pound, a penny, a shilling
But oh how I yearn for a real kiss
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