The Last Enchantment
Saturday, December 30, 2006
The French Inhaler (Deux) - ....and into the light.
She tells him she thinks she needs to be free
He tells her he doesn't understand
She takes his hand
She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free
Then she says she'd rather be with him
But it's just a whim
By which she hopes to keep him on the limb
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
And with a spring in his step and a song in his heart he disappears to The Gower to re-appear early in 2007
He tells her he doesn't understand
She takes his hand
She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free
Then she says she'd rather be with him
But it's just a whim
By which she hopes to keep him on the limb
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
And with a spring in his step and a song in his heart he disappears to The Gower to re-appear early in 2007
posted by EL PADRONE at 11:37 am
4 Comments:
The archway behind you is breathtaking.
The archway is in a Riad in Marrakesh. It's probably the most beautiful house I've ever stayed in in my life.
I want to go back again and again and again.
Italy is still my favourite country in the world but Morocco comes a very close second.
M.
You're making my wanderlust itch.
Just because you write erotic fiction it doesn't mean you can talk dirty to me.
M.
Post a Comment
<< Home