Not Fair game

Fair game she is not

By another she's been caught

Yet her smile sets me free

For a never ending fantasy

When by chance we would meet

With a gentle kiss she would greet

Then with an easy tug

Comes a deep and strong hug

Then on more she would insist

No way I could resist

Her blond hair blowing in the breeze

Those beautiful eyes that always tease

Her body next to mine

The touch and smell that are so fine

Excited enough for coffee to spill

Brings me back to what is real

That into her life I can not fit

The fantasy is all I will ever get!

 

An Uncle Charlie Original