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

Nude Love

He tasted nude love,
touched and entered
the wish too strong for words.
A ripple upon his lonliness,
wave upon the Earth.
How near the spirits
come to one.
How far emotions grow.
Like grains of strength
on mountains high
over which all men
must go.
Copyright 2008 Peggy Penny

Natural Country

Natural Country

Natural Country
I wish I was a guitar player
In a rock & roll band

Oh, I wish I was a guitar player
In a rock & roll band

But every time I pick up the geeter
It just says, twang

Oh, I wish I was a singer
In a rock & roll band
I wish I was a singer
For a rock & roll band

But, every time I get up to saang
I forgeet my name
Oh yeah?
Yes, truly,

I wish I could get up &
be a rock & roll star

Oh, I wish that I could get fed up
be sassy & sultry like they are

But every time
I ask, pretty please

Natural Country for me

When I get up
I ask, please

Natural Country for me, please.

(Bridge)

Tune it
up with a fork

Find it
playing at every bend to the North.

I wish I was a Star
Oh, I wish I was a poet

So I could feel the freedom train
Oh, I wish I was a poet

So, I could answer the unknown by name

But, every time I see the future

I ask Natural Country for me, please

Every time I write a love tune

I ask, Natural Country for me, please

Copyright 2009 Peggy Penny
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