Perhaps some time not so far,
I will drive down that green road again,
get to Portola Road and go under that tree tunnel,
meet 84 and start my way up to you.
Pass Alice´s place where I will stop for gas and breakfast tomorrow,
roll the window down to feel the cold air,
get to that red farm house where we once stopped,
make a left on that tree in the middle of the street and park at your place.
Perhaps some time not so far,
I will hear your steps coming to the door,
And will hear your voice telling me to hold on,
And I will be as happy as nervous to see you.
Perhaps some time not so far,
We will sit at your table and have a homemade dinner,
Then I will listen to your stories.
And we will talk history and politics,
And clocks and radiuses,
And old telephone directories.
Perhaps some time not so far,
We will lay naked on your bed
My fingers will run through your thin hair again,
Back and ford,
While my tongue draws the curve of your neck.
I will throw my arms around you to find your hairy chest,
And my belly bottom will meet that scar on your back.
And I will fill my senses with your natural smell.
And you will feel my lips going down on you,
And I will softly kiss your butt skin like if it was a baby face.
Perhaps some time not so far,
You will fall asleep in my arms,
And you will be mine to love all night,
My hands will be full of you,
And if you wake up, you´ll find me looking at you,
And you will smile.
I will say good bye in the morning
with a short tender kiss on your small mouth.
Perhaps some time not so far from now.
