Jessica The Lass

I need you to hold unto my hand While wearing your short tartan skirt, Whilst we are in this mystical land When eyes will be upon you and not the dirt. I too want to be inspired by my desires and yearns As was the great Bard, Robert Burns. I want you to hold tightly unto my arm While men stare upon your shapely legs, As I keep you safe and protected from all harm Through lust and desire man begs. While in Caledonia you'll become a sexy temptation You will become my muse, and my inspiration. I want you to hold firmly unto my fingers As I watch the movement of your skirts tassel, As a deep sigh in my lungs lingers While we walk into a legendary castle. You have become a sexy Scottish Lass for the day Thank God for Tartan skirts and you, I do say. Randy L. McClave