Making Love
It's late at night,
Quicksilver Messinger Service plays,
We've just made love,
And all is right
I touch your check tenderly,
Run my fingers through your hair,
Which shines so splendidly,
You grasp me tighter
We are as one
Bliss, oh, sweet bliss
Without this love,
How I would miss
A reason for living...
A sip of sweet wine,
A cigarette,
The smoke of love,
Has not left me yet...
Purple room...
Purple Haze...
I'll always treasure,
Those golden days.
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