Someday, I wish to play with your hair
till the redness dissolves in my blood.
Someday, I wish to caress it softly
till the hours forget to care.
If that day does come, my dear,
We can let our senses flood
with desires, that arise with every touch
of your skin, so soft and so bare.
Each nerve that ends on your flesh
will know the care in my bite.
Each moan that ensues in rhythm
will call me deeper inside.
Sweetheart, as you lie there helpless,
Your senses alive to my weight,
We will reach the pinnacle of being,
The desires finally have met.
Let’s not then talk in silly whispers,
The silence as a memory I’ll keep.
Just give me some space in your hair
till the redness dissolves in my sleep.