Figuratively...

Irma, My Waussie,

She says to him, After all these time. Hey you know, I'm still happy that I recognize you as the same lovely man from then. And she's enjoyed it. Will she still know who I am, With her in my heart. What in heaven's name could there happen, With a woman like her right next to you. That's what I thought in a moment with a proud smile. Her blue-grey eyes and shiny from her moist lips, Oo my heaven. The gleam of her teeth in her smiling mouth.

Oh Yeah than that nice buttocks. Beware, Her tongue will speaking, When others must remain silent. Oo,Jeez her nice legs, Still I get the chills. Still so damn beautiful, My dear. So let's made some love in the dunes, Or on the Heath. We simply take a few good years sweetheart. And let's just dancing, After the making of, The season of that Antibes year. An idiot first hug, With a silly first kiss. I had no idea how important she would be to me.

You no darling, Everytime i see her smile on that photo, Damn she is still the reason that I believe in love. What she told that is worrying, Especially as painful. Would she felt something of my feelings, Would she, Is it grief or fear. She lets me dancing on the ceiling, By her personality. Wow what an overwhelming feeling, I dream almost exclusively about her. Not obsessive but almost figuratively where.

Irma, My Waussie, Just figuratively be here...