Viola

Saturday, June 24, 2017
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Poetry would make no sense
Without that innocence
In your eyes of silver
Eyes that send a shiver
Along my spine
I tremble like a thing in wine
When will I call you mine
Painting would have no colour
The brush would have no flavour
Turpentine wouldn't melt paint
Oh, those lips that make me pant

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They ask me why my head is thick
Because Viola chose to stick
Tell me, Viola
Do I drink too much tequila
'Cause, Swimmer Girl, ecstasy!
To my wildest fantasy
You drive me in breaststroke
Flummox me in backstroke
Oh, when you do the butterfly
Swimmer Girl, I see my soul fly

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Swimmer Girl, I've become a fool
Ogling at this pool
Eyes catch me drool
Whenever you come out dripping
Steaming
Swimmer Girl, it's hard to think
Eyes catch me wink
Photography becomes blurred
Lens get smudged

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Babe, your teeth that pearl
........ Oh, Swimmer Girl
I'm in a swirl
Like a whirling eddy
My brains in jeopardy
Recall last night's call;
When I said nothing at all?
Recall when I stop you,
And say nothing... New?
Sometimes I just want to feel
Your breath reel
In my heart and spirit
Wallop me like a sprite...

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Only your eyes can shine this bright
Only your hands can hold this tight
Only your smile can dim daylight
Only your lips can sap my might
Only your hips can rape my sight
Only your voice can light my night
Only your love can make me fight

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Viol...........a
Vio............la
Vi.............ola
V..............iola
...............Viola

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