Wolves, moon, darkness!
A romantic madness!
An one motel stop,
and four ugly walls,
two naked bodies,
holding each other,
wild night lovers
Your hands feeling me,
your passion caressing me.
You made me tremble,
and my soul gamble,
I became dumb,
it was not love.
Hard to forget,
that crazy ride,
where highways met,
and we drove high.
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