That night,
When the horses whined.
That night,
When the sea frothed white.
That night,
When the wind was slight.
That night,
When the passion was just right.
When crazed with wine
And awed by our desire's might,
And not even my guilty plight,
Tore the pleasure from my mind.
On our bodies we dined,
Till bells of midnight chimed.
The knots were not tied,
Cuz we were ridden with pride.
And revealed were our blights,
Yet we tried.