1 AM

1 a.m., will the fantasies never end?
2 arms, 2 legs, red hair and a smile
I've gotta believe she'll stay for a while
What choice does she have, it's her survival
If she decides to leave she will face evaporation
A mental form of deportation
How did she get into my head
An illegal spatial alien from heaven only knows
Speaking in languages that say less than she shows
But who cares what the words are telling
When her eyes are so much more compelling
In the darkness of the night the eyes can tell lies
While the breathes between moans and mouthfuls
Are a language no interpretation can explain
Though her words are foreign to me, I understand every one of her sighs and please
Her sentence is forever, imprisoned in my mind
Until she betrays my collapsing fantasy
Grasping for the memory of her fiery red hair
Her scent has already escaped from me
Her taste no longer tickles my tongue
Now I cannot hear the sound of her song
All of the sudden she is an echo then gone
If she ever returns she is going to get spanked
But I am afraid she will never come back
As my memory is even less predictable
Than a redhead in an old man's fantasy