My Mystery Man
With hands so soft and smooth
as I allow them to glide down the
bareness of my back
The way he kisses me send shivers down my spine
with those soft lips
His lips are softer than red roses
Why must he spoil me with a hot bubble bath
followed by a full body massage
I love the way he make love to my mind
The way he stimulates my mind with
his words of wisdom
Who is my mystery man
I need to know who is this man
that takes me on long walks on the beach
That prepares romantic picnics for me
What if he is a figment of my imaganation
What if he is just a dream
Do I want to wake up
Do I want my imaganation to stop wondering
Why would I want to wake up
If he is just a dream
At least I know each time I close my eyes he will be there
because he is My Mystery Man
as I allow them to glide down the
bareness of my back
The way he kisses me send shivers down my spine
with those soft lips
His lips are softer than red roses
Why must he spoil me with a hot bubble bath
followed by a full body massage
I love the way he make love to my mind
The way he stimulates my mind with
his words of wisdom
Who is my mystery man
I need to know who is this man
that takes me on long walks on the beach
That prepares romantic picnics for me
What if he is a figment of my imaganation
What if he is just a dream
Do I want to wake up
Do I want my imaganation to stop wondering
Why would I want to wake up
If he is just a dream
At least I know each time I close my eyes he will be there
because he is My Mystery Man
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