SOMEBODY UP THERE LIKES ME
Hers is kindness and compassion.
Hers is generosity and love.
Across miles she reaches out to me
To hear my words
And to speak her words to me.
She takes me into her heart and soul
And I take her into mine.
In fantasy, she gives her flesh to me.
And oh what a lovely fantasy it is.
For I hear her breathe,
And her breath excites me,
As my passionate whispers excite her.
Early in the day, between the sheets
We feel each other's warmth
And passionate affections.
And that gives us courage to face the day.
It adds meaning to a meaningless life.
Arms and lips express EVERYTHING.
She, high in mountains, in my West,
I, in hills and flatlands, in her East.
The name of passion is Teresa!
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