Good morning to you on this fine starlit midnight.
My pink panties on my big rear are on too tight.
I stifle this yawn by closing my small pink mouth.
I blew out air through my ears instead of due south.
I felt naughty in my cotton nigh-ties of pink.
My sleepy mood meant I had way too much to drink.
I heard the noisy surf from the great blue ocean.
I heard nice vibrations calling for more lotion.
My skin felt prickly hot for being dry too much.
I scratched and rubbed that it almost hurts to the touch.
I drank cold water to hydrate my heated skin.
I drank too fast and some liquid fell to my chin.
The cool liquid dribbled down my clean silky shirt.
I should be careful and not get my feelings hurt.
It was only clear water and was no dry joke.
This shirt is not expensive and wouldn’t go broke.
I’ll take this one off for now and have it blown dry.
I’ll slip into something smooth to the naked eye.
I’ll relax to soft music with wine in one hand.
I’ll read a good book of a woman and her man.
I read a chapter of two people in deep love.
Their moments together seemed like flying white doves.
I blushed with red cheeks and giggled with rosy glee.
I wished upon a star he would be there for me.
I closed my eyes and dreamt of a very nice place.
I stood on a hill beyond time and empty space.
The blossoming flowers perfumed the air so sweet.
The flying song birds sung their high sounding pitched tweet.
The book I held in my hand dropped onto the floor.
I awoke myself in the middle of a big snore.
I caught myself dreaming in another big dream.
My fragile and beautiful mind wanted to scream.
So, I mused to my creative and loving self.
I put my happy heart on this empty white shelf.
It’s off to bed but image as I compose
when my wide opening mouth starts its yawns and blows.
Revised on 07-11-2006 at 09:24AM…
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