Wild and crazy times we have had
Heat at your fingertips raced cross my skin
And my breath grew still at the words whispered
In the receiving ear,
But sir you are welcome here no more.
Sir you are welcome here no more,
Your blue feathered friend
Watches me from closed curtains,
His twisted horn smile bending at my curves
The trace of my finger between my breasts
To the scar so jaggedly left by many
But opened again by you.
Feelings of words unheard
Messages sent unspoken
Rendevous never made nor met
Sends heat to flush my skin so white.
Sir you are welcome here no more.
Wild and blue, the great ol' 'yonder'
you fly within them, the winds,
They're chilly warmth wrapping around you
Your skin whipping behind you
Trailing in a graceful arc.
Your Blue feathered friend beside,
Sir you are welcome here no more.
I have no more need for a Wild Turkey
Or his Blue Bird of Happiness friend
A silver mirror heart in my chest,
Will reveal that which inhibits me,
And release them all in the end.
