New Orleans
New Orleans...New Orleans...Whispers in the soul
Like a dark and magic secret
Harlequin masks are lifted
Lightly on one fingertip
Doors falling open
At the touch of a breath
Swallowed whole
Beneath nocturne reverie
And its calling...
New Orleans...New Orleans...
Like a chainsaw
Deep masculine roar of want
Chrome and steel stallions
Mirror the black leather clad
Lords of the next breed
Lone wild wolf
It calls...dreamily
Sleepy ancient songs in the night
Underneath velvet diamonds
And summer toad sugar music
And MOONS
That set a mood for wanderlust
New Orleans...New Orleans...
And the rich red lips
Of wrought iron roses
Condescends to the wicked
Night shades of jasmine breezes
Blowing the mind
And it calls...
Like the cold wet stone gargoyle
Whispering from the tomb ot midnight
Like the impending silence of the old road
Cathedral room, candelabra, chandelier
With champagne undertow
And WINE for blood
Every rich and opulent night
Where Bourbon is a rookery
And tequila is an honest quest
For a forgiving god
And bars are a den-a-bin
Church of sin
New Orleans...New Orleans...
Unseen
Seems so good
Under your hot sultry breath
French Quarter
Kissing
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