I can see the future baby

Do you believe?

I’ll whisper a spell

In the form of a kiss

Take this cup in your hands

And drink of the

lie here beside me

Where its warm

So I can be your disease

Your large hands hold me

Hip bones to bruise me

Overpower me With your strength

Don’t forget Mister

In my scattered way

I want you to be mine


With her suitor gone…

Looks like this one is lost, darn. What did I do this time? Probably was too eager, too many mysteries revealed, and they weren’t even the good ones. I was interested, open, honest and that, I have learned is a big screw up. Oh well, guess I’m back to hoping to finding a man with a blue box!