To The Islands
Weekend trip with my SweetPeachTo the Islands for some fun.
Spending time on the white sand beach
With a very precious one.
Driving home this Friday evening, happy that the work week's done.
Lookin' forward to the weekend, hope to have a little fun.
Gonna head out to the airport, takin' off to those friendly skies.
We'll jet away down to Freeport, gonna give our luck a try.
Spend the daytime in a hammock, restin' up down on the beach.
Sippin' on a gin and tonic, toasting you, my SweetPeach!
Sunset we head to the casino, roll the dice, spin the wheel.
On a hot streak, winnin' dough. Can't describe how it feels.
Weekend trip with my SweetPeach
To the Islands for some fun.
Spending time on the white sand beach
With a very precious one.
After, we'll have a late dinner. Candles, music all the frills.
With her I am a winner, she just gives me such a thrill.
Later on we'll be dancin', under a canopy of stars.
Sunrise we'll be romancin', she's the best there is by far.
Packin' Sunday, what a bummer, can't believe it's time to go.
Wish this was an endless summer, I just need her, don'tcha know.
At the airport we kiss goodbye, different planes to different towns.
Buckle up it's time to fly, memories help curb the frowns.
Weekend trip with my SweetPeach
To the Islands for some fun.
Spending time on the white sand beach
With a very precious one.
Poetry by Bob Simpson
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Written on 2009-10-01 at 04:56
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