yesterdays shampoo, lingering on the pillow
sleeping well with a nose full of miracles
music softly speaks through the air
as I dream of smelling that hair
the warmth of her side of the bed
is gone from now, but lives on in my head
As I sleep diagonally and yearn
for my sleeping beauty to return
electronic noises wakes me up with a start
and I know, this bed, I must depart
suprisingly easy to get up
I go through and fill my cup
with the sensual smell of caffiene
I reminisce all the beauty that I have seen
continueing this thought in the shower
I think of my beautiful flower
And I know that it'll not be long now
as tonight we will meet, somewhere, somehow
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Now that's more like it... Nice job big lad.
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