Play With Me Poem by keith brown

Twenty two years old, beautiful
What did the girl expect?
I held her body close too mine, caressed her slender neck.
I ran my fingers down her spine, traced her sensuous line
At the moment of our first embrace, I knew that she was mine
She whispered just the gentlest sigh, it had the sweetest tone
A promise, she'd given that she was mine alone
I placed my fingers on her heart, possessed her very soul
Oh! My darling play with me
Country and rock and roll