The Idea of Him

It isn't him, really.
I don't know him that well.
And how
easily
he could play me for a fool.
Still,
the idea of him, is well
wonderful.
Just the idea of him.
Does he shower and shave
in that smell of male.
Is he fun to be with
and is he special?
I can't help myself,
I'm feeling, well
playful.
He could play me for a fool, until
I fell.
Just the idea of him, is well
wonderful.
Just, the idea of him.
The idea of him is
so right, somehow.
That I close my eyes
and why why it is
that I pray now
everynight
that I'll be his.
It isn't him, really.
I just can't say
how eaily
he could play me for a fool.
Still, the idea of him,
is well,
wonderful.
Just, the idea of him.
Copyright 2008 Peggy Penny