The nick of time...

Irma, My Waussie,

She knows, This feeling is heavy for his heart, And light for its head. Just of her is his mind pleasantly stunned. Too much of the tickling in his stomach, It starts with him fooling around, As her name on his tongue rolls out. It is too valuable, Her sense. Oo Damn why this feeling, It ever will still continue, Only in silence. They told me that a dream is a wish made by your own heart. Now I know why I walking all day daydreaming.

So my heart thinks of her throughout the day. Will she think sometimes, To those words which she told to him. Has she forgotten how they lay in the park, Are those thoughts blocked all over. Or does she think still maybe a minute or so to it, I remember exactly what I saw in her eyes. I have those thoughts over again, It just became more, Sweetie.

And I still feel her soft hand on my shoulder sliding down my body, Suddenly playful gently squeezes. The way she looks at me yeah. Oo heaven she looks tempting sensuelle in my eyes. I found that love, She came to me, Dear yes. But that love in the Nick of time, I keep her lusting, In that notch of the time. Time can do me no more pain. That is to love her in the Nick of time. I love her really. I will always know her entertained,

Irma, My Waussie, With love.