<div class="legacy-text">From motels to hotels, to phone calls and e-mails, this is my secret confession;<br />Secrecy fosters passion. Deep it is, and wild. My weakness will be fed.<br />"Drink, my love. Desire and wine go well. Pass to me wine and song. Feed on me"<br />Romantic in our tastes, we are without excuse.<br />The phone rings, and you say my name.<br />I am here<br />I can see from your smile, you're not here for the sunset</div>