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Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck? I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside... That's poison for my piles, the street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all night. Please, do not think that I don't appreciate your generous Offer of a Ride... home. I am curious now, how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin, until his Compass-points all begin to blur, and his Needle finally gives in? Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall? But you're a heavy Guy and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor. Look, what the Rain has done, snow-white has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground. So I sense a one-eyed Serpend rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud? Was it a trick of the Evening-star, or had I been blinded by the passing lights, Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes? It's hard to waltz precissely when his towering stature casts its Shadow all over me. But since he's leading now (anyway), I might just as well step onto his feet... From Letras Mania