Sexy ,cute, rich and funny,

Cover her body, in milk and honey.

Licking it away, and oral passion,

Start a trend, this will be our fashion.

Girls want to be her, as they scream and shout,

Boys just want her, as they ‘knock one out‘.

I’d loved to meet her, my fantasy, to be true,

But knowing my luck, all I would get, is a ‘fuck you’

Which would be nice, if she meant, what I was thinking,

But love never comes my way, my heart is sinking.

I would follow, wherever she choose to go,

Through scorching deserts, and blizzard snow.

She would never, bother with me, which is sad,

Plus, it's fare to say, I’m old enough to be her dad.

When you fantasize, about your favourite star,

Keep it real, don’t push it too far.

Dream a dream, and treat it has fun,

Don’t end up as a stalker, on the front page of the ’Sun’

So, I will dream my dream, and you never know.

She might call me up, and say ‘let’s give it a go’

I won’t hold my breath, for my prefect ‘Lilly’

Well, I’d suffocate, wouldn’t I, and that would be silly.

So, I’ll carry on dreaming, that one day, I’ll belong.

And in the meantime, I’ll reflect, and play another song.

Oh! Look! A Kylie CD.

(Photography by Gary Peters)