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I was sort of hoping,
That you would take my hand.
Take my hand,
And lead me along.
Lead me along,
And sing me a song.
Sing of what took place,
At that remarkable place,
At that unique moment.
Sing of that instant,
That moment we changed.
When our fantasies were transformed.
For I was hoping,
You would take my hand.
And sing me a song,
Sing from the heart,
Of playful love and festive smiles.
Sing of affinity and understanding.
So I may see you illuminated.
While you strum the strings, And Confess.
Confess the alluring sensual tones.
The tones that replenish and infuse.
Infused are our thoughts.
Infused,
So confused.
For I was hoping,
To take your hands.
To be hold and observe.
To catch site of your desire.
To Feel your tenderness,
For I was hoping,
If I may,
To take your hands,
And gaze into your stunning
Eye's.
And see where your heart lies.
My Dearest Friend
Sing me a song
That Poem worked
We went out bar hopping
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