A different sort of romantic journey with a cruel twist. |
you're palate cleansing a taste like nicotine leaving a salty confession I know better not to make as a sailor with an attitude quiet yet guarding watching out for my surroundings humble but stalking so my intentions remain hushed love songs don't become of me much but in due time find me to be your elegant man of war humming your tune while you collapse into me making love until the earliest hours if I tell you a tale about an island in the northeast where vino runs like water and lust is federally funded will you promise to max out your credit cards allowing me to make all your dreams come true in the moonlight sand scrunching beneath our bare feet betwixt toes we'll dance along to all the big bands in your red flowery sundress sleeveless and almost seethrough almost like me only not as easy to pull off we'll catch a cruise back and you can tell your friends about the way we moved and the passion the screams of joy and the nights in heaven my barroom dream and you can tell your friends about the best times you ever had how they never wanted to end or how I'll never meet up with you again |