Imagination
He noticed the sensual aspect in her sweet poetry
And like the water that ripples outward
When a stone is cast
His mind caressed the thought of her
He seen her as he wanted her
And imagined her in all his minds beauty
Under stars, in silk, with whisps of wind
Embracing her and he wished he were the wind
Gently, softy, lovingly
But it was in his minds eye that he seen her
As he wanted her to be
Imagination is such a perfect thing to behold such beauty
Her beauty though rests inside her
And she wonders, if he seen her would it destroy his thought
Scorpio, the sign of sex and death
The beginning and the ending of all things
Such an emotional love, oh joy
Her mystery is almost too much to bear
Scorpio, Scorpio, Scorpio
And in turn she wishes that he would not see her
In his minds eye, so beautiful
Written by Beverley ©
