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ON OCCASION

on occasion i allow myself
the luxury of your company
as i sit on a balcony
overlooking a tropic sea
oh yes, you are there
in my imagination
ravishing in a strapless dress
your hair worn up
your lips painted scarlet

you don’t wear strapless dresses
or paint your lips red?
you really should because
my imagination can’t take
his eyes off your image
as we raise our glasses in a toast
to fantasy lovers
and maybe when the moon rises
we’ll dance on the white sand

we need only the music of the sea
the rhythm of the cresting waves
as i pull you tightly into my arms
cheek to cheek, chest to breasts
after i slip that strapless dress
down around your ankles
pull the pins from your fragrant hair
while i smear that red lipstick
over all the places i intend to kiss
on an occasion like this



DJA 8-17-2009