Those dark eyes knitted in my brown apples
Can’t look into them for long
Ready to fall in
Can’t afford to
Hands on my back
In those home arms
Breathing fast in your neck
Your heart on mine
Beating together
Racing with each other
Those dark eyes
Made me smoke tonight
Singing at your fingers
That rolled this cigarette
At the tip of your tongue
That licked this cigarette
Life at each drum beat
All so well-orchestrated
So affectionate
So soft and so tight
Oh so deserted and forgotten
Those emotions are, but
T’inquiète !
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