The ring’s rim compresses the falange
Bubbles is bursting in my glass of champagne
My tanned humps is sinking in hot bathtub
Echo of your saxophone warms up
Your bristly cheeks, perspiring forehead
Suspenders on your brawny chest make me mad
Drops drip on cold chipped tiles
Like a fisher u catch my blissful smiles
We rested lazily at the Ritz yesterday
Plaster crumbles around my bathtub today
Bombs are going off in the streets
This alive moment is luxury, but i m not devalue our nights in Ritz
Our feeling is a bombshelter, and asylum, a refuge
To catch a moment is mine illusive subterfuge
Before and after war i ll be your celestial Bonnie bride
Share stupid poems with my talented Clyde
Muse and Clyde
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