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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hotel Texas
[time] => 2005-03-21 18:35:49
[hometext] => For those who know me you know what I am talking about. ANd I am still wondering why you would call a hotel in Japan Hotel Texas... Anyway I am mush ball. Comments good and bad always appreciated.
[bodytext] => And after all was said and done, the music low and the sun waking for the day, it was there we lay. That fast cash sleazy motel (where inhibitions fell), that dingy hole that for no reasons other than you, was nothing less than a palace, a paradise. I was no whore last night (no lollipop kissing fool) I was a queen I was beautiful and I was yours But the reality is nothing can be so perfect ("all that glitters ain't gold" and even it becomes tarnished and old) the clock on that fuzzy old set was a bitter sneering reminder. Time. Which tends in moments as these to be robbed from starry eyes and dreamy hearts Every minute was a hurtling second but though they were fleeting, each breath was cherished for all it was worth. If ever a desire for life to stand still, pause, or even tread a little slower was to be had it was there in the place I breathed you in (skin on skin) If ever I could hold on, cling, to something, anything, just a little longer (please) It would be you. Then. There. It would be you... But the tighter I wrapped around you the more the sun, peeking through that dirty window pane, taunted. As if its purpose all along was to deny me another taste of this secret perfection. Morning had melted our night together and in doing so it burned tired eyes and stung longing souls. Dreams faded. (Wishes rarely come true) so it was then I had to leave my palace and kiss sleepy goodbyes to you. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 527 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Rxqueen [notes] => |||||||Edited by Moderator_14, for spelling, as requested.||||||| [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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