Falling
Between The Rocks.
Oh
Sydney, autumn breeze,
Carry
a honey to the bees.
Where
I have buckled at the knees,
Smiled
at by a glory to please.
Fond
of, being coy,
She
made me light, full of joy.
Used
all the powers we employ,
Sucked
in a man spat out a boy.
Stole
my waiting heart,
I
remember well, the passions start.
Took
me where her gifts impart,
Wound
me round, erotic simple art.
Warmer
than, desert heat,
Her
skin the colour beauty beat.
I
fell before I took my seat,
In
a tiny cafe, on that Sydney street.
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