Come Hither

©1997 Steven Macdonald

She walks out of the room
Highlights in her hair
Throws a look over her shoulder
Sets foot on the stair

Sayin’ “Come hither
Come hither my man
Come here babe
Follow if you can.”

Then she flounces up the stairs
That husky tone in her voice
Turns the corner with a tease and a call
Come on make your choice


We been together for years and years
I’m still amazed to see
That even after all this time
The things she does to me

I find her up in our bedroom
Wearing shoes and a smile
And I know without being told
Won’t see the kids for awhile