take your tongue,
wet your lips,
while I'm hypnotized,
watchin' those hips:
call me on the phone,
when you're all alone;
brush back your hair,
while I stare,
mesmerized again,
la chica de los ojos:
call me on the phone,
when you're all alone;
touch my hand lightly,
as I tremble,
unsure as always,
if I will remember;
call me on the phone,
when you're all alone:
it will be worth your time.
March 2, 2009, for Kimberly.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved, along with a few wrongs.
3/2/09
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