Don't preach

FEATHERS...MARSHMELLOW...WINE

I went to an Indian festival at the local park
The tom toms were beating and I became excited
Fires glowed as a background to the dancing in the dark

I moved closer and closer as they danced on and on
I saw her dark eyes looking at me, she was very exotic
I could tell she was having fun, she moved with wild abandon

She was wearing what I would call war paint
And had feathers around her head
When she threw me a kiss I thought I would faint

Then the show was over, she smiled said come with me
I waited for her and she soon re emerged dressed in street clothes
I kissed her and hugged her warmly

She said tonight I want to roast marshmallows
And take a moonlight walk on the beach
And maybe skinny dip in the shallows

Her lips were red and moist tasted of wine
I said I thought Indians couldn't hold their alcohol
She winked at me; I drew her body to mine

We slowly moved to the beach,
Walking hand in hand, she said “Mama love me,
Please don't Preach”

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LOve...Jaqi
© 1998-2005

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