Page 5 the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly

The Lost Souls Saloon The oil lamp was dimmed as the light defined her face and it made the room a fire silhouetting our embrace With her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist Her lips became more supple while her eyes drew more debased I was somewhere, caught between A place called heaven, and one called hell And somewhere in the distance I heard an erie sounding bell We rolled around the mattress Like a thunder cloud in spring Making love like no tomorrow "Till I couldn't feel a thing I was falling to perdition In a never ending well never to escape Not, as far as I could tell But I had to gain my senses Had to stand up on my feet Had to fight for my existence Had to make for my retreat Don't stray Page 6 is on its way............Yeeehaww