Showing posts with label Joan Crawford's sexual fantasies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Crawford's sexual fantasies. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Sunday Underwear and other signs of longing







When the mellow moon begins to beam,

Ev'ry night I dream a little dream,

And of course Prince Charming is the theme,









The he for me.







Although I realize as well as you 
It is seldom that a dream comes true,









For
To me it's clear






That he'll appear.








Some day he'll come along,
The man I love








And he'll be big and strong, 
The man I love






And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay.











He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand ; 






And in a little while,
He'll take my hand ; 







And though it seems absurd, 

I know we both won't say a word









Maybe I shall meet him Sunday 
Maybe Monday, maybe not;








Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day









He'll build a little home
Just meant for two,








From which I'll never roam, 
Who would - would you ?







And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love.