i can't walk out

in the bright blue sky
two cone-shaped breasts
and in a series of anatomy tests
i finally satisfied my first taste
snapshots of your mysterious face
and a slender leg
well, i got down on my knees to beg
pointing my photographic head
to cool furniture and a hotter bed
and baby, on the edge of the cliff
i didn't want to be left with the questions
"What's for lunch?" or "What if?"
and you told me your favorite destination
we went for a summer vacation
a lovely dip and a delightful swim
you were laughing and beautiful and trim
and the tides gave me no room for doubt
i can't walk out
we stayed for an encore and watched the waves
in the bright blue sky
two cone-shaped breasts
and in a series of anatomy tests
i finally satisfied my first taste
snapshots of your mysterious face
and a slender leg,
well, i got down on my knees to beg;
i spent more time on the make
we had much to give and much to take
from each other
and in the end we found a new beginning,
hit a crazy streak and kept on winning,
making the rounds
in the color and texture of dark roasted coffee grounds
looking out to sea
contentedly
by a table and a little lamp,
feeling slightly damp.