Tina Dickow Magic
"I don't do this sort of thing," I said
As he leaned in and ran his fingers through my hair
I could tell he didn't believe me
And I could tell from his sweet smile he didn't care
He slipped his hand under my skirt
And for a moment I looked deep in to his eyes
I didn't see much in there
Apart from an emptiness I sadly recognised
"Let me take you far away from here," he said
"I know some magic that is sure to pick you up!"
I thought of me alone in my cold hotel bed
And I said "Yeah, well... Why not..."
He took me back to where he lives
We had a drink and tried to start a friendly chat
But none of us felt much like talking
About the lives that we were there to forget
And so he lay me on the bed
And we undressed as street lights sliced us through the
blinds
His skin felt warm against my body
But my body couldn't hold on to my mind
I drifted far away above this strangers room
My thoughts got lost in the crowded streets of
yesterday
Until he stopped...
And asked if he had come too soon
I shook my head and turned away
We lay a little while in silence
Until I got up, got dressed and splashed cold water on
my face
"I better go," I said politely
"I don't usually stay out this late..."
