A Passionate Stroll
A gentle stroll up the LiebestraßeHeart throbbing for a smile or a winkGrim faces with clenched teethTrick the anticipation of touch A trot down the Rue d’AmourSubstitute crossaints and anExpanding waistline forGentle touch and whispers The drunken stagger on the ReeperbahnThe dance sailors have when the brothelKnows they’ve spent too much on cheap WhiskeyAnd not enough cash to satisfy theDisappointing lust after weeks at sea