Thursday, December 04, 2008
Oh, she walks slowly, across a young mans room
She said Im ready...for you
I cant remember anything to this very day
cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I cant see, I just stare
You know that feeling you get the first time that you're with someone? Not when you lose your virginity. Just that first time in any relationship that you have been in. Come back from dinner or a party or the bar. Maybe the invitation with the mutual understanding that this is finally it. Maybe a sudden encounter and here you are. Drunken fumbling or languidly romantic, clothes fall away and then that feeling, the revelation, the rush of excitement and lust and joy and wonder rushes through you, my God what a moment, where you want to tear open the window and shout at the moon, a moment that captures, to me, the fantastic trip that this life can be.
Last night one hundred thousand corks popped in Schremp Nation.
Posted by Black Dog at 2:00 PM