John F Keane’s Off the Street (Alternative) by GM Jon

Beyond the street where people come and go, Beyond a silent wall of polished glass,  Beyond the steps that lead to depths below, Beyond a door that few will ever pass   There waits a welcome warm as tropic lands  And comely kisses soft as summer nights; The gentle touch of slim, accomplished hands That open ways to more sublime delights   A thousand sambas flash in artful eyes, Surpassing common cares or mortal flesh that dies   Off the street, pure pleasure rears; Off the street, discard your fears; Off the street, exotic space; Off the street, demand your place   Now come with me beyond the veil of time And taste a racing moment long since gone: A magic moment snared in runic rhyme, A secret game where every prize was won   A thousand sambas flash in artful eyes, Surpassing common cares or mortal flesh that dies   A thousand sambas flash in artful eyes, Surpassing common cares or mortal flesh that dies