Naughty Thoughts
Like a smooth red satin lace,
my thoughts glimmer,
with their silken soft possibilities.
Each beguiling, free of hostilities,
oh dream skimmer,
to paint a smile on my face.
Like a smooth red satin lace,
my thoughts glimmer,
with their silken soft possibilities.
Each beguiling, free of hostilities,
oh dream skimmer,
to paint a smile on my face.
Oh naughty one, fallen from grace,
your thoughts need a trimmer,
bringing to you, endless tranquilities.