PARAMOUR
They dance in the dark ~ air is sweet with perfume.
No secrets to hide by the light of the moon.
Passionate whispers beneath the lamplight.
Echoing footsteps fade into the night.
Somewhere a lone troubadour sings of his lost paramour
Glamorous starlet of cinema screens
Silently charming the man of her dreams.
Smoldering cigarettes, tonic and gins.
Slowly her game of seduction begins.
Somewhere a lone troubadour sings of his lost paramour
The warmth of the sun and the sweetness of wine.
A kiss and a moment suspended in time.
Intoxicating, surrendering touch.
Slaves to their love ~ slaves to their love.
Somewhere a lone troubadour sings of his lost paramour.
Somewhere a lone troubadour sings of his lost paramour.
