by Steve Michaels
If morning meant wine
and wine meant song
and you grabbed my arm
and swung me to dance
and dance we did till we could not
and then your hand was down my pants
I could not ask for a better day
starts out so happy and ends in a lay
I could not ask
or dare to dream
of a better day.
Author's Note: Hah! ha... hee?
Posted on 02/15/2012
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