Savannah Sunshine
By Desdemona
I close my eyes and embrace myself in my own armsSmelling what was left of him from earlier tonightKnowing he had to get back to HERThe one he calls his wifeYet, he calls me by another name 'Savannah Sunshine'As I lay sleepless in my bed He is forcing cuddles in his Could she smell my Perfume?Could she smell our Yester Morning Sex?Could she hear the moans of our passion left inside the walls?Will she notice the marks I left on his back?I wonder does he call her beautiful?Does her smiles warm his night?When He caresses her breastsGently like he does mineSuckling like a baby needing weanedDoes she run her fingers through his hair?Does he outline her body with his eyesThen begs her for him to be deep insideTaking her peaches for his cremeRiding the ride of all night passionso long, so long,so hard,so many hoursWill she be there for him forever?Will he be there for her forever?Will he promise me one more time together?He will always hesitate to her in his liesEventually I will be fed up with his GoodbyesHe will come looking for his sunshine in the morning and then finally realize......There isn't no 'Savannah Sunshine' in Georgia Any longer. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 09:49 AM PST, Lee Gillilan 18 • 0 • 16
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"I close my eyes and embrace myself in my own armsSmelling what was left of him from earlier tonightKnowing he had to get back to HERThe one he calls his wifeYet, he calls me by another name 'Savannah Sunshine'As I lay sleepless in my bed He is forcing cuddles in his Could she smell my Perfume?Could she smell our Yester Morning Sex?Could she hear the moans of our passion left inside the walls?Will she notice the marks I left on his back?I wonder does he call her beautiful?Does her smiles warm his night?When He caresses her breastsGently like he does mineSuckling like a baby needing weanedDoes she run her fingers through his hair?Does he outline her body with his eyesThen begs her for him to be deep insideTaking her peaches for his cremeRiding the ride of all night passionso long, so long,so hard,so many hoursWill she be there for him forever?Will he be there for her forever?Will he promise me one more time together?He will always hesitate to her in his liesEventually I will be fed up with his GoodbyesHe will come looking for his sunshine in the morning and then finally realize......There isn't no 'Savannah Sunshine' in Georgia Any longer...."