wondering

Sunday morning
here in my bed
Sunday morning
here in my head,

Wondering what
you're doing, and where
whose running their fingers
through your hair,

Tasting your nectar
your scent, your perfume
where might you be sleeping
whose bedroom?

We knew each other
just once, was it twice?
I thought it was lovely
you said it was nice,

I know you're a women
who doesn't stay still
always wondering
what's over the hill,

So I hope you're happy
I wish you good luck
either making love
or a quick casual fuck ..