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In bed...

Swiped, snaffled & snurched from a whole heap of people, most recently draquin...

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

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draquin
Feb. 15th, 2005 02:21 am (UTC)
Shhhh... We're hunting... oh what the hell, WAKE UP!!!
halloranelder
Feb. 15th, 2005 02:37 am (UTC)
Evil woman you!
paradigmshifty
Feb. 15th, 2005 02:48 am (UTC)
Obviously you couldn't find the handcuff key...
mijbril
Feb. 15th, 2005 04:52 am (UTC)
Remember to chastise that Triceratops at the border of NSW & QLD for not doing his job & keeping you barbarians in the hinterlands.

Then I'd wake you up & take you my favourite cafe for coffee or somewhere else for a Bloody Mary depending on the state of our heads :)
halloranelder
Feb. 15th, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)
I'll probably have a hot chocolate instead of a coffee, but other than that it sounds like a good plan.
mareth_redorb
Feb. 15th, 2005 01:12 pm (UTC)
Bitch. You haven't shaved your legs.
arienmir
Feb. 15th, 2005 01:51 pm (UTC)
The pillow is mine damn it, and how do you get your hair to do that?
designadrug
Feb. 15th, 2005 01:56 pm (UTC)
"What the @#%& am I doing in Brisbane?"
halloranelder
Feb. 15th, 2005 03:19 pm (UTC)
I think I'm still going to blame mareth_redorb and paradigmshifty for this.

I'd offer to show you the sights of Brisbane, but I don't thing Brisbane actually has any.
draquin
Feb. 15th, 2005 09:57 pm (UTC)
Mt Coot-tha is nice... & they have ice cream.
Shorncliffe has excellent fish & chips.
Toowong has Ziggy, the street-person.
Kenmore has roadworks, Lytton has sewerage works, the City has ... ummm ... people ...
Springwood has ... NO, let's not even go there...
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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