PRESS PLAY. TURN it UP. Don’t be afraid to DANCE, baby.
“Baby, baby why can’t you sit still?” he moaned.
His glinted stare felt warm in my eyes, tempting a sudden game of chicken with my soul.
Turning my head into the wind, I lowered my shades – slowly – and pouted.
“Where should I sit?” was my reply.
I need a remedy, for what is ailing me, you see?
He paused and smirked; shameless.
“If I come on like a dream, will you let me show you what I mean?”
You see, baby, I want it, you see, I’ll find it
All I want is a remedy.
~ with herbal love, jrb