Behold our Romance!
It isn't warming any longer.
(Your hands touched my chest and I shivered)
You are the cold winds coming in from the southern hemisphere
You are the fortune of the gypsy woman's tarot.
What you lay upon me is becoming.
My mind is starting to turn,
and my legs are in motion.
Two shots of whiskey and now, I am the soothsayer.
I am dreaming of world
where we
are in love.
Two shots of whiskey and you are the dragon slayer.
With one thrust to the heart
you are a widow maker
you are justified.
I
can't
walk
through
reality
much
farther...
Imagination ends when you take off her clothes
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