Working Through Writer's Block

Since I have been so stressed out lately, I have caught a serious case of writer's block. Every time that I try to sit down and have a little quiet time with a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, I start to think about all the things I need to get done within the next week and I have a bit of a spaz attack. So, for the ump-teenth time, I am going to attempt to write. I have absolutely no clue where this is going to go, so bear with me. I am feeling some random ridiculousness...

Fernando

Sometimes, I just feel lonely

Around eleven o-clock

When the world is startin' to fall asleep

I head over to pick him up

It doesn't take no time at all

Soon as I gently touch his neck

He's up for anything

Hasn't turned me down yet

I say "Fernando, dear, you're glowing

In that streak of moon-light

That's creepin' through the curtains"

Then I pour a glass of wine

When I embrace him is magic

That nobody else can understand

When I wrap my arms around

That cherry red Fender Sonoran

The neighbors tend to complain

When we get a little loud

But when we find that rhythm

There's no slowin' us down

With every note that we hit

I swear the heavens open up

He's got the tone of an angel

And I can never get enough

I say "Fernando, dear, you're glowing

In that streak of moon-light

That's creepin through the curtains"

Then I pour a glass of wine

When I embrace him, it's magic

That nobody can understand

When I wrap my arms around

That cherry red Fender Sonoran

Fernando, Dear, you're glowing

In that streak of moon-light

That's creepin' through the curtains

Let me pour this glass of wine

Then we'll make some magic

That nobody can understand

I just want to wrap my arms around

That Fender Sonoran

.........Writer's Block Vanquished!!!!!! Disclaimer : This is....crap. But it's a complete lyric, so it counts. :)