Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
43. Elizabeth
She stayed over for the night
I tried to be the one to take the lead
To be a gentleman and polite.
I had asked her name but 10 hours ago
Elizabeth was the reply she gave.
The night had taken it's toll.
She picked up her clothes from the floor
And ran off before I could say goodbye.
Now I'm lying in bed, hungover and sore.
The days will never be the same now she's gone
She promised me all that she could.
I was hoping to be given a son by this one.
Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.
I lay awake most evenings
Waiting for Elizabeth to come back
I just can't shake those tender feelings.
The days will never be the same now she's gone
She promised me all that she could.
I was hoping to be given a son by this one.
Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.
Then all of a sudden, my door opened wide
What I saw before me
Was a sight for sore eyes.
Elizabeth was there, in her best dress.
Asking for us to be together once more
And not wanting casual sex.
Now we're together
Never to be torn apart
Elizabeth and I were right from the start
To love and to cherish
To have and to hold.
My love, you were never that one time dish...
Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.
Whoa Elizabeth,
I have you here now.
We can do it all night.
Now we've taken the vow...
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