Bon anniversaire Trickles through my brain, out of my mouth With the courage of a coctail, I brought forth all the charm I could muster But how could an english boy charm so elegent a Parisian? French phrases return from years ago, sweeping the cobwebs from my brain Free shot? Pool! Pole To the ocean's waves A threesome we were, the sea's embrace cooled our naked skin And like babies we wallowed in the shallows Feigning confidence, I stride to you And there under the belt of Orion, our lips met And in my breast exploded a heart that had forgotten its romantic rhythm Dancing birthday girl? Dancing it is We three find a club, mojitos and Sia, you want cheap thrills? From my body I expressed to her my desire, and she to me Goodnight, three's a crowd Another hour of dancing, just the two of us now, the whole room was watching as we unfurled our base passions in dance And exhausted, you lead me away to the sands Lips, her skin, her hair and the sea salt spray Could this be ecstacy? Telling each other of our lives, secrets, regrets and dreams Take my hand my love, and never let go This moment can last forever Take my hand my love, and hold on Back into the waters again, flesh on flesh The purity of passion, the purity of the sea, the purity of the meeting of souls Have my shirt, take my hand, let us go home and wash away the sand And let me hold you all night, as my hands set to work, memorising the feel of your face Your petit jaw, delicate eyebrows and deep, purple-red hair The mole on your chin, the soft lips and your regal neck Every inch committed to memory, because when we wake, it is goodbye This is the way of the traveller She will go this way, and I that Maybe I will see that face again, maybe not But I will always remember the parisian girl who stole my heart in Thailand, when I knew not that I had one left