Thoughts of him are my Teddy bear.
I hold them closely in the dark.
When he drives into my wishes
I hope he puts the ride in park.
‘Cause my heart’s already in seventh gear.
My yearning has already trapped me here.
All I need is a single moment to whisper in his ear.
I know what he likes to hear.
He’s where fantasies go to have fantasies.
Where dreams go to seek out dreams.
He’s the clothing line ripping my focus at the seams.
And I love how he’s redressing me.
I never want him restrained.
Can’t stifle all his power.
I want him free and untamed.
A renewed source hour ‘pon hour.
‘Cause that’s his fire and his might.
A passion worthy of the keep.
He’s the shovel of my earth.
Yeah, he hits me deep.
© 2010 by B.A. Hardmon, All Rights Reserved
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