(For Dean gals everywhere)
I'm not thinkin' bout that…
He's in my head through out the day, thoughts of him unbidden.
Try as I might to concentrate he shows up bold not hidden.
To focus I must say this line each time dreams of him intrude.
So with denial I nod and smile, I'm not thinking, no I'm not thinkin 'bout that hansom dude.
Ever see such eyes as his? Bright hazel green lit with fire.
No, I'm not thinkin 'bout that…
The curve of his cheek; line of his jaw and that perfect clefted chin?
No, I'm not thinking 'bout that...
Tender skin to nibble on along his neck and across his chest?
Nope, not thinkin' bout that either…
Those shoulders so straight and broad, Ahhh, sweet refuge for my head.
That isn't all I'm thinkin...
His arms so strong would wrap around, the feelin be just right, he'd keep me safe an warm an smilein' each and every night.
No, that's not what I'm thinkin…
I love to watch his hands touch things, why is that so magnetic? I can't stop to think of them, but stop and I'd regret it…
His body would be hard to miss on any public beach, not too pumped just nicely toned-and completely out of reach
I'm just not thinking 'bout that…
Oh, to rake my fingers through that buzz upon his punkin' head.
must stop what's on my mind
The freckles sprinkled across his nose spice it up just fine
But, I'm not thinkin 'bout that...
Man, those legs, the way he walks with that cowboy swagger; I'd offer him my hitchin' post and work him to a lather!
No I'm not thinkin', no I'm not thinkin' bout anything like that…
Lips! to linger on, so warm and full, a tender kiss or three Or maybe just a whispered word of my intentions in his ear
NO, pull yourself together gal and try to focus here!
Just…. that.. his smile's so warm like Spring to come.
Nah, all of the above and then some… it's his laughter most of all-that lingers in my head, from his belly and honest too so that's it an NUF SAID
I'm thinking 'bout that, thinking bout that as often I can
'cause I just can't get enough of that Jensen Ackles man!
(Sighs-Meggin)