Nordkapp to Punta Arenas

We fixed our schedules
so we could meet
at a small hotel
without any heat,
A foggy, rainy
dark, cold night
a distant country
far from bright,

At the train station
I waited for you
we both knew what
we would do,
Hike up the hill
to our tiny room
take off our clothes
and resume,

Where we left off
last time in Paris
riding around
like a giant Ferris
Wheel of Fortune
you and I
damn I love
the way we fly,

The way we meet
the way we screw
oh I love
the things you do,
To my brain
to my body
between true love
and downright naughty,

We both keep notes
on where and when
were we saints
or did we sin,
We claim, one day
we'll write book
let everyone
take a look,

At our love
two sets of eyes
two pair of hands
two sets of thighs,
One vagina
and one penis
from Nordkapp
to Punta Arenas,