Daydream

The rain pours... Wind swept unsure of these shores.

I'm almost soaked, they joke with laughter amidst the smoke and mist my thoughts wonder to bliss, through wind and hail they sail n travel toward a kiss from the lady I miss so much as such as I clutch so tight wanting so much the thoughts of her held so slight kisses by open fire, kindled by candle light seeing so bright wishes of seeing her tonight, we wrestled with play fight through the night but locked embraced so tight, so right love with the laughter switch roles, now I am the master, pushing much faster I could never out last her.

The gypsy white witch under the spell with a flick of her wrist, like a flick of a switch, with lust n love for the caster reap my pasture so sudden equal to the impact of a natural disaster, kissing you faster than a spliff wrapping Rasta.

Pressing against ya like every minutes dementia as I hold you so tight like I forgotten what it's like.