Shy Girl (Like To Get To Know You Well Suite)

Shy Girl has been published in All of Me Vol. I, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Shy Girl by Richard Charles Stevens (Like To Get To Know You Well Suite)

Listen to Like To Get To Know You Well by Howard Jones

Never meant to be so hide and seek
Though I hear shy girls tend to like to creep
A venture to no end delighting me
.
Quiet kindness speaks to me
Mountain high and peak to peak
Palm to palm and cheek to cheek
Without thee I would cease to be
I see you in my liquid dreams
Some vague Utopia it seems
A cornucopia of trees in evergreen
With birds and bees and lilac trees and rose red river bled between
.
Rose red river bled between
.
Shy girl
I bleed for She devotedly
Indeed I only know of She owed to remembered dream
Some vague Utopia it seems
A cornucopia of trees in evergreen
With rose red river bled between
.
Quiet kindness speaks to me
Mountain high and peak to peak
Palm to palm and cheek to cheek
Without thee I would cease to be
I see you in my liquid dreams
Some vague Utopia it seems
A cornucopia of trees in evergreen
.
I’d rather be shipwrecked at sea
Than miss a siren song so sweet
Would turn the tide to kiss her feet
If only she would smile at me
.
Come lounge beneath the lilac tree
No need to be so shy with me
Howbeit feel obliged confiding
Finding hide and seek exciting
.
Shy girl
You are mystifying
Every dream you liquefy legitimises wide eyes smiling
Crystallises underlying diamonds
.
Besides a shy guy such as I flies just as sky high
Just as sky high synchronising silence
.
Lip-bitingly sightly
As She shyly slides invite between my thighs and bids obliged RSVP
The skies kaleidoscopic
Reprise symphony harmonic
And refresh again each sense requesting leave
.
Quiet kindness speaks to me
Mountain high and peak to peak
Palm to palm and cheek to cheek
Without thee I would cease to be
I see you in my liquid dreams
Some vague Utopia it seems
A cornucopia of trees in evergreen
.
I’d rather be shipwrecked at sea
Than miss a siren song so sweet
Would turn the tide to kiss her feet
If only she would smile at me
.
Come lounge beneath the lilac tree
No need to be so shy with me
Howbeit feel obliged confiding
Finding hide and seek exciting
.
To a different time and space
Of forever heightened state
Every freckle diamond shaped
As seen through eyes so bona fide
Reopened wide in signifying grace
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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