The first one is a memory
A shock to the system
In a tasty blast of fire
The night begins
The second goes down easier
As do the next couple
By then the world is happy
And you've lost count
This position is confusing
Who enjoys being here?
In a loss of equilibrium
And shaking from the cold
Do you think the drunken sailor
Remembers the first girl
In the last port?
Or this one?
The sickness is increasing
The euphoria deceasing
The more it comes
The less I want
See the boat swaying
But the sailor's not praying
He is out a-laying
The girls one by one
Through the haze I reach you
Foolishly believing
You'll love the fool
The drink brings out
Come a little closer sailor
I've something to whisper to you
Too bad the ambience is loud
I'll have to shout it anyhow
Come a little closer
I've something you need to hold
It's hiding underneath us
Do you get the feeling?
Come even closer
I've something for you to taste
When love has left the room
And sex is all that's left
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This confusing...
But I liked it. Sometimes you don't need to understand things to like things. It just...I like the words you chose. The way things were phrased at times, I also liked. The subject matter intrigues me. Sounds a bit "hot" but also a bit "not". If that makes ANY sense at all...
<3Helena
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