Eleven Candles

It was a strange cold day, it was a long cold drive

He'd been too many hours southbound on the M5

And he as hungry for her sweet caress

And he found her in a painted room in a long gold dress

And the windchimes rang and the Moon wept pearls

And he wound his hand in her long red curls

And the pale fires bloomed eleven candles lit

And every way they touched their two bodies fit

Then he pulled her close and he laid her down

She was sweet with trust, he was lost and drowned

In a painted room

Lying side by side

Ah the lust and love

Ah the passion and pride -

Eleven candles put to

Shame by the fires inside, and he kissed her long and

Hard to quiet her cries; lovers all been swept

Away on a passiontide - and he

Claimed his own

And the windchimes rang and the Moon wept pearls

And he wound his hand in her long red curls

And he stole her breath

And he drew her sighs

And he held her firm

Felt her longing rise -

Eleven candles put to

Shame, by the fires inside, and he kissed her long and

Hard to quiet her cries, lovers all been swept

Away on a passiontide - and he

Claimed his own, and

Took his

Prize