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Material Witness
I’ve always just loved my sweet talkin
guy,
Fellows like him aren’t for sale or to buy.
He certainly had notches on his big OLE belt,
But I grabbed him up quick cause I knew how I felt.
Now this here fellow, flirt’s with all
the pretty girls,
As I gaze in amazement at his soft and pearly words.
I used to be put out, when he flung around his charm,
But I realized quite soon, home we’d go, arm I arm.
I do so enjoy watching this master at his
work,
As o’er these many years I can read him like a book.
Yes the sweet things preen just to catch his flirty eye,
But they might as well forget it; I don’t plan to wave good bye.
With a grin upon his face, He rubs her
shirt, and wink’s,
While Her brain says, "no, I think he just blinked".
He asks, "Could this be flannel? My sweetest little dear,"
The little cutie nod’s her head with just a touch of fear.
The elfish smile erupts; the hand reaches
for her belt.
And all around can see that she is just about to melt.
"Could this be leather"? Another smile and a wink,
The little brain begins to whirl, and finally starts to think.
Getting quite flustered "Could it be
that I should flee?"
Ever just so lightly, his hand touches on her knee.
"Could this be denim? do you think that it could be?",
Good Lord gal, Where’s your eyes, can’t you see?
Ever just so lightly, his touch low down on
her bottom,
This little ploy he uses every spring and every autumn,
"My sweetest little darlin, could this be felt?"
And with these words her silly heart just nearly melts.
Yes, he’s a little devil and a ladies
man at that,
But, If the girls get started, and return his little pat.
He gets a little terrified and he jumps out quite fast,
And calls me to the rescue as in day’s gone past.
Yes, He wiggles words around until they just
can’t think.
So in the end I give him smiles and just a little wink
I’m eternally in awe; he’s just so good at flim flam
I’m mighty proud to say that he’s "My Sweet Talkin Man".
Linda LaRae Adsitt
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