Song of the Stream

The flowing stream choruses, As it's breath hits the banks, Whistling one wish, Give me one, When we're done, Give me one, I pray thee, Oh fairest of all, Embrace my freshness, Rub me over yourself, Let me flow, Down the deep valley of your back, Over the hills of your waist, Through the crack in-between, Give me one, When we're done, Give me one, I pray thee, The white foam, Flowing down your towers, Through your forest, Between the pillars, Makes me jealous, Envious, For I want one, When we're done, Give me one, I pray thee, Let the thicket birds, Fly away with thy dress, For thou art fair,oh my bare, Let the forest beasts, Scare away intruders, For I am there,Oh my bare, That you may give me one, When we're done, Give me one, I pray thee, Now my waves are gentle and still, Please take a dip and stay, Let my fish sing, Let my reeds cling, Let the waves record over the bed, This one, When we're done, For I'm not sure, If you'll ever bathe here, ...Again.... Word Craft 2013