Alabaster silken skin, strokin’ with kid gloves.
Pinch me if this ain’t heaven, it must be love.
Pushin’ all my buttons, from pleasure thru to pain,
excitin’ my aged/in’ body and te-a-s-in’ my brain,
goin’ like the clappers,
I got the bells of Notre Dame swingin’ in my face.
Makes my body sweat ‘n’ my old heart race.
Expertly feels her blindfolded way, got me spellbound.
I got distracted, got waylaid, but Cheri I’m here now.
Speakin’ music’lly in tongues, the language of love
I reply with a French kiss, hopin’ it’s good enough.
©29.4.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
Pushin’ all my buttons, no pain no gain,
I got distracted, got waylaid, but baby now I’m found.
Expertly feels her blinded way, she’s bin around,
I got distracted, got waylaid, but Cheri I’m spellbound.
Speakin’ music’lly in tongues, sounds soft an’ good,
I reply with a French kiss, this must be love.