Another Saturday

The chelsea boys walk hand in hand
The sweet sweet couples hit the pavement to the beat
The couples waltz all day and nights
Their hips, their hands, their slithery gait

The chelsea boys walk shoulder to shoulder
Passions igniting a greater hunger
The simple gaze, the covert smile
All too coy, their sultry wiles

The chelsea boys, they set the mark
They sway, they slither, and all the while
They drink their love in new york style
A peck, a kiss, a lasting touch
The all embrace that tames the want
The sexy word that sets the tone

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