A lovely illusion that’s what they are
Beautiful girls, where do I start?

Shimmering eyes from darkest skies
A nice set of legs and well toned thighs
Long or short, the touch of hair
Softest skin, for me ensnare

Something that, I may like best
A decent, perky, pair of breasts
And something else I like to touch
Big or small I like a butt

A pretty smile on pretty face
Will give my heart a quicker pace
All and all don’t have a type
I like girls; I’m shallow right

Schoolgirl types in short plaid skirts
I think the sexiest thing on earth
And skinny girls in short tops
Lower back tattoos are hot
And sexy things that know not sun
Cute small things or maybe none
Girls that dress, fantasy know
The girl I want to have and hold

She takes my hand as we walk
She tells stories but hears me talk
She likes to whisper, and sings me songs
She loves me right and when I’m wrong
And she touches, skin to skin
And she thinks of how to sin
With every kiss I feel butterflies
Anticipate her love tonight
The world will know our hearts will race
Or naughtiness in public place

She’ll know the words; I try and do
She’ll tell me softly “I believe in you”
And when I leave, a kiss or two
Calls me with an “I miss you”
We’re in a crowd or afternoon
In my ear “I wantneed you”
But the words to know are true
I want to hear an “I love you”

A lovely illusion that’s what they are
The girls so near and yet so far
A dream, a vision, mirage, idea
A delusion of the heart, never real
An illusion and a lie, alone I believe
Alone and lonely, reality

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.