Tonya

Oh Tonya, what must I say Must I get down on my knees to pray, Or would you rather see be beg So, that I can touch your firm leg, Please, what must I do or say. I have seen you only from a far Almost like searching for a star, I truly can't take my eyes off of you So, what must I say or do, You are the sweets inside a sealed jar. Tonya, unto you I must truly sound crass As I think of you when you do pass, I enjoy it when your walking away from me Then true excitement and pleasure I see, I love the look and the move of your ass. You are now locked into my mind When there is a fantasy that I want to find, Coming or going you're a great look I was baited with a sensual hook, Then I saw your well shaped behind. They say that last is always the saved best And I am not one easily impressed, From your cleavage I cannot remove my eyes As I know they belong to a surprise, I hope one day to behold your breast. You always make me feel so very meek You always cause my legs to go weak, I wish that I had you in my arms I wish I could convince you with my charms Oh Tanya, what must I do or speak Randy L. McClave