Bohemian Romance

I never had a bohemian romance Modeling for my lover or him for me I never drank wine at the Lizard King's grave At midnight, waiting for him arrived As the wind blows in my hair in a Parisian, sultry night Walking along with one of many lovers I would recite my verses in his ear Making him desire me more Then, we find a corner in the back alley To make love until the dusk came Like that erotic novel I read long ago I spent my youth, playing it safe And now, I am middle-aged with a dog Alone in a basement apartment Staring at the TV, wondering if I have a chance still Or am I too old to dream of those things I dreamt about?