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This day is moving slow like languid
love in a hotel room.
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There’s no hurry, no place to go in
languid love in a hotel room.
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Tall, slim and settled in, he’s naked
in my room;  warm, smooth and fitting in
he’s naked and I’m glued to him.
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Shining in the moonlight, he’s the substance
of the night;  wearing thousands of smiles,
wearing thousands of miles and thirty
ages in size;  he’s mine,
all mine tonight.
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Never before have I felt like I’ve been
reincarnated enacting sin.
Never before have I been a third party
in my dreams.
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Or technicolour in my aura
Or lost in familiar foreign soil.
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I have a guide, I have the will
to find the way.
I have the eyes, the lips,
to find the way.
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Come with me baby, I  know the
way to heaven – here with you.
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[end/arken2002]