While logging on, I see your spirit...
 Not your picture, so come on, get with it!
In a couch, near a lamp...
 Against the wall near the damp.

A glimmer of thought chances your face....
 A wondrous view that I'd love to give chase.
A bird in flight, soaring so high...
 Your dress so sheer, rising on your thigh.

Your heart a flutter drifting with the breeze..
 By the firelight, we sample wine and cheese.
Are there times like these, when you are frisky?
 Dear to me, you will always be.

~Squire