Scratch so hard from a tension
built over late night dinner and drinks.
Sitting inTerry Vaughn’s’ new bar in the middle of a
cold winter down town Edmonton.
Only the bar tender and we know what we needed
What we wanted from each other.
One more crown and seven to take down another
Layer of bricks built up over years
You say something that sparks my heart
now it doesn’t matter the cost of emotions
This is real, something real.
No lust, straight to the kiss
Ode to the power of above
I’ve met my match of sexual pleasures
Your lips on my neck say more
as you glide your strong hands along my back.
We almost part for home
with thoughts of jumping into bed quickly
But this time it’s different, it’s something real.
The bartender gives us one more round
As the staff is ready to go home at three in the morning
Yet didn’t want to interrupt
They see something as well, something real