16 – My Spanish Dancer

 

And a witch always seeks one who can master her sorcery. And help her live safely as a witch. Like I did for you. All these years… My beautiful Strega de Luna
My Spanish Dancer, the Bella Donna of Forbidden Paradise
 
Left the Shadows Of Paris, followed me East Of Suez

She said she was to become my Woman Of The World

Up in the honey-moon suite of Hotel Imperial

She gave her Flower Of The Night to taste and drink

Ever The Charmer, Good And Naughty she behaved

Like a Woman On Trial and I coaxed out of her

Her Loves Of An Actress and her Hollywood sex-yearning

She pretended she was The Woman From Moscow

Proclaimed that we would hence forth always have our Secret Hour

Even if we had to wear The Crown Of Lies

Or crawl through Barbed Wire

At the end of our tryst we were Three Sinners

She, me and our Dream, flourishing against all probability

Like a Lily Of The Dust

In a tryst that has never ended, has been sinned for to be kept secret.

And will only die with the passing of we two