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i took you from the abominal conditions in witch you live

to the comforts of a  four star hotel...

we had  plans  to stay up the  whole night  making love.

but  after the  second time i had to let you rest...

but you fell a sleep in my arms

part of me  wanted to wake you up and have my way.

but as  i look down at you face  barried in my chest

i new this  escape was more about you than me.

you needed an escape from your  daily grind.

i think you need to catch up on sleep to.

the great escape turned into the sleepers ballroom

but its ok with me

because i got to spend it with you....