Charlotte

White blouse I'd like to take off And kiss and pivot in the loft And of course get to know you Bread maker, art maker A quiet hue of gold and fun And you like the sea and the sun Like me Your thighs and hair Flakes from your heels White Godiva, I unpeel Wheat and spelt, Charlotte Nude where we knelt But I was bright and nube I couldn't leave, let alone come And I'll pretend in the end And you are just a friend You do linger Coarse hair, brown eyes It's no surprise you're on my mind most of the time I'm alone I wanna have you again This time sober In bed with wine and when Shot into the red eye of the morning We fall asleep yawning