Upon my sleeve (and around my knees)
More times than I care to remember
Or talk about in mixed company.
There is that special place I keep for you
Like the bag that’s packed
With brandy colored lipstick, ginger cologne
A little black dress, and pink lingerie
That ignites fire in those knowing eyes.
Just in case…
The wind ever whispers your name
On a crisp October evening
When I answer a knock at the door
And a stranger with your face
Requests to come in.