In my fantasy the room number is always the same…eleven ten
I see the door to me swing open, the second before were alone
Every encounter we had shared both real and invented rushed through us then
You are not a stranger, I’ve made love to you so many times, to each other… our true hearts are known
I see the door to me swing open, the second before were alone
In the instant our eyes meet we realize we’ve been in this moment before
You are not a stranger, I’ve made love to you so many times, to each other our… true hearts are known
Inhibitions and fears left on top a pile of clothes heaped near the door
In the instant our eyes meet we realize we’ve been in this moment before
But for the first taste of contact we were no fully prepared
Inhibitions and fears left on top a pile of clothes heaped near the door
In a chaotic sense of want, wrapped in the familiar cloak of need we are finally paired
But for the first taste of contact we were no fully prepared
The passionate intimacy shared over time and distance, pierces the here and now
In a chaotic sense of want, wrapped in the familiar cloak of need we are finally paired
It’s as if all previous lovers’ word exchanged… was to the realization of this embrace a vow
The passionate intimacy shared over time and distance, pierces the here and now
Every encounter we had shared both real and invented rushed through us then
It’s as if all previous lovers’ word exchanged… was to the realization of this embrace a vow
In my fantasy the room number is always the same… eleven ten
