quinta-feira, outubro 15

sun rays

I want your lips on my lips, and
your legs around my neck,

I want your teeth biting my nipples, and
your sex filling my mouth,

and then

I'll want coffee - with you - every morning, and
the sun rays sweeping our bed,
the clock announcing a time out


not for long, darling, not to worry
as I was meant to love you

every day, and
every night.