You Made Me Feel.

Went walking the Jurassic Purbeck's, down Dorset way
It was such a lovely day to go trekking you see...
So I made a picnic, for the old boy and me, so we set down our way
with the gear that that we needed, trekking boots and poles, and sun hat too.
cause the sun was up, very early in the day, sun tan factor 40 is a must you see
cause I hate being burned...it's not so clever, the old boy never bothers I tell him off yet again
one of this days your going to regret not listening to me.
It was a nice walk, once we got going...I cant believe what the hell, I forgot my camera
We started at Osmington Mills...trekking right across Ringsted Bay
 It was quite an easy trek, I'd say...we always end up on the beach
where the old boy goes swimming...he swims like a fish, he's a good swimmer
I just wish I could swim, even just a little...I've had countless lessons, over the years
But its no good am terrified not being able to find the bottom...so I panic and is over
My friend says I can, but I've no confidence you see...so I just go paddling or hang on to a float...

As the you go swimming, I lie down to take the sun, as a warm sun-kissed breeze,
whispering over, me it felt so good, that in my mind I saw you, who else could-it-be
hovering over me, with your sun kissed lips...whispering depositing those featherlight kisses.
I in a dream land as the kissing started, I look at you with love in my eyes, it was no surprise.
With dreamy eyes as I cling on to you... like never before like there wasn't a tomorrow
the whispering more insistent I begged you.. make love to me..
As I kissed your lips your eyes, and the hunger from within..the sighs.
I've been starved of love such a long time until you writing your verses of love, your verses of poetry,
You filled my mind my heart, with feelings I didn't know existed, feelings that hurt
feelings causing havoc in my life..that until then seemed to-be-okay
The tears, the silent tears, flowing as one sits hurting, waiting for the pain to disperse
And at times I transcending into a mire of lust, inexplicably sluttish, "till then didn't exist"
so green was I, but your words penetrating my mind becoming unsatisfied, with things as I knew it
you made me feel, with my mind my soul, as the whispering started I became this thing,
with you on my mind continuously...what chance did I have as you looked at me.
with that glance, hypnotising  mesmerising me and I pretending not to see
This obsession, the obsessiveness in me, as I waited for your words obsessively
my mind didn't have peace of mind, Oh what was I to-do...as I lie in the sun,
in the warm sun-kissed breeze, whispering over me...
You made me feel extraordinary.
                            By Connie James