Sunday, January 30, 2005

The Roof

It wasn't raining yet
But it was definitely a little misty
On that warm November night(*)
And my heart was pounding
My inner voice resounding
Begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your face
To feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
And I was twisted
In the web of my desire for you
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
To taste my sadness
As you kissed me in the dark
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing meAnd go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
And so we finished the Moet
And I started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took me
In your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldn't bear to let you go
So I threw caution to the wind
And started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
And feelings surfaced
I'd suppressed for such a long time(And I was lifted)
And for a while I forgot
The sorrow and the pain
And melted with you as we stood
There in the rain
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
Last night I dreamed
That I whispered the wordsI love you, boy
And touched you so very subtly
As we were kissing goodbye(Pretty baby, how I'm missing you)
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relive the splendour of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

(*)- esta historia "passou - se " comigo em pleno verão ... é uma beca lamechas ... mas não é mt má ... até tem a sua piada ... mas ficou marcada e como ultimament nao me sai da cabeça ... why not ???

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