My Sweetest Tess

I sit before my desk
Nothing do
Thinking of you
Thinking of you

I long for your touch
Your tender caress
I long to feel you
My sweetest Tess

To rub my hand
Upon your thigh
Higher Higher
Oh me! Oh my!

To kiss your neck
So tender and soft
I long to be near you
I long to talk

To marry you someday
That is my wish
To have you to hold you
Until this life ends

Missing you, Missing you
Where have you gone?
Wherever it is
Do not be long

Originally written 9-26-2003

© 2010. Kenneth Harl. All rights reserved.

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