My stick-figure porno queen took me to a place
Where curtains brought in the sun our love had won
Not long before on a night when lovers swooned
We fell to play in a room what was a romantic tune
The glow of light within our bodies wrestled with might
Lust it was the reason for all that was winter’s season
Leopard in tights German blonde weight-lifting to a song
On Saturday nights I came to cook but lovemaking it took
To Hollywood or to Hamptons this was our dismemberances
Your Buddhist marriage and my bourgeois African dances
If flesh hung upon my window like curtain it’d be your flesh
Sweating and smelling like love turning away whitest of doves
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