Nearly in her nightie

The stars are out, it’s twelve o’clock, she’s stirring

Next to me, slips an arm around my shoulder,

Slides a leg across my knee. She's on the prowl

For somethin', what is it, let me guess, somethin'

Warm and cuddly, somethin' wild and heaven sent.

She finds my hand and places it on places that I love,

I pretend that I don't want to, I pretend I'm dropping

Off, well, obviously I'm acting, underneath I feel the

Heat, when a woman wants to love you be a fool to

Fall asleep.

She's nearly in her nightie, she's oh so Russell Flint,

She said 'kiss me all over, now don't you miss an inch.'

She's effervescent dynamite, she's primed about to fire,

Fingers chasing fingers, fingers working overtime.

She pushed me down, held me down, whispered in my

Ear, I often let her think she’s got the upper hand from

Here, but a little flip, a little twist, she didn't think of that,

'Now what was it you wanted, while I've got you on your

Back?'

My God, I love this woman, she can blow my mind to

Bits, half devil, half an angel, can’t tell which one is

Which, I think they must be equal, like certainty and

Luck, whatever's running through her mind, it

Always ends in love.

© Joseph G Dawson