By B.K.
Date: 2002 Nov 16
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Fancy Notions

Slag glass lamps beside her pewter bed
Shadows chase in gold and red
The air scented in exotic blooms
Candles glow within the room
Moonlight frames the window in light
Twinkling stars their firelight
They sit downstairs with wine and song
Laughing and cooing it's almost dawn
Finally he winks and makes his move
She steps into another room
Then steps back out in fine French lace
You should see the look upon his face
He's carrying her up the flight of stairs
He's closing the door hey that's not fair
Dottie give me those binoculars come back to bed
Just don't get any fancy notions inside your head.