THE PAUL SLATER OF MY LIFE
Paul Slater is too good to be true,
People do hate him but a very few.
I wish he would want to spend with me all his time,
Having desserts and cocktails with a hint of lime.
He would be every girls dream date,
And
I would proudly say, sorry too late!
His pale blue eyes, oh! What
a sight,
How he would come to take me every Saturday night.
His lovely smile and those curly hairs,
I wouldn't do anything but stare.
In his arms I would spend the whole night,
Everything would seem so right.
And a day would come when his lips meet mine,
We would be in his bedroom, with a glass of mine.
That day I would feel complete,
I would get to feel his body heat.
He is a good kisser, I would say,
He would have his own special way.
His cologne would smell so nice,
I would feel a chill, like I was sitting on ice.
I know I have taken the story too long,
But I don't think dreaming is wrong.
I know there would be a Paul Slater in my life,
And he would call me his lovely wife!!
BY PRIYANKA