Rolling on the Ground

Words by Bryon Bowers

you came prancing bobbing through the door I could smell your scent before we hit the floor… you were different than before… lighter now… your finger said you've been rolling round in another bed… this I knew need not said… stupid jealousy in my head… you've been rolling… rolling on that ground… your body's been rolling… rolling round town… 2 weddings crashed 2 different nights secret agents morning delights… hotel busy suits stuffed all around fake name tags on wedding crashers dine one is young other fine wine … cute couple they are told… darkness falls soft light on drinks smoke rising table cloth my drapes napkin dropped… darkness going down… nobody knows us… we're from outta town… drink their bodies back to the room sadness in his heart he closes his eyes and falls asleep … you've been rolling… rolling on that ground… your body's been rolling… rolling round town… 2 weddings crashed 2 different nights secret agents morning delights… rolling 'around… they are rolling 'around… bodies breathing soft and sound… slow and measured… slow in time…. one last morning…. one last time… one last kiss… my love your crime…

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