The Swing

The Swing
With lemonade in my hand,While sitting on the front porch,She ask me to sit in the swing,And begins to push me back and forth.She said I'm like the sweetness of thelemonade,My taste lingers on the tip of your tonuge,My touch is like a summer breeze,Open your heart and you can have some.I ride up with you,And I also come back down,As the motion of this swing has limits,My love knows no bounds.I love the way that she push that swing,The motions took my breath awayAs we watch the sun settingI let her love have it's own way.
Tarek Nassif
2005