By Stands with a smile
Date: 3 November 2000
Someday
Someday
In sun and sable scented rooms
We'll play.
I do not know your name yet
But I know my intent.
Where we'll meet, in what place
Who can guess?
But every tress of your hair
turning in the breeze
will call me.
You eyes will meet me
Fire me
and I will be helpless.
And some aspect of my face
will draw you to me.
Someday
In sun and sable scented rooms
We'll play.
We may begin
to wash your hair
A simple thing.
But you in your mischevious way
will lure me to the tub
and water, water, every where
My god, there will be water!
And laughter, and kisses
Warm long after the bath is cold.
Someday
In sun and sable scented rooms
We'll play.
You say I have a way with words?
Watch closely
and what I do with words
I will do with you.
Where are you now?
Who knows.
But someday
in sun and sable scented rooms
We'll play.
Come and find me.
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