Hermione Gingold
Really, sex and laughter do go very well together, and I wondered - and I still do - which is more important.
Imagine if they made one of these for New Yorkers. Madness.
The Night Crept Down
The night crept down upon the fold
Of sheets between the knees
And casually lay two open palms
To catch a windowed breeze
Life, it seemed, in soft repose
Bated sweet despair
A lullabye from Lady Day
Assumed the midnight air
Bodies pressed in skillful sway
Swing with me darling, swing
I will keep you company
And it won’t mean a thing
The night lay claim upon the scene
And curtained pallid skins
But when the morning came to rise
We, naked, learned our sins
