And then: Bang, it all changes!
Tactile (for D)
I want to fall asleep
In your room, the dark
Shadows holding no fear
Over our prone forms.
The sweet smell of sex
Washing us in our afterglow
Where gently, fingers tactile and soft
Slowly lower us from the pinacle.
Laughing like a fool
Lost in Liverpool
Memories of your canopy room
Pushing away the gloom.
Laughing like a fool
Loving Liverpool.
I want to fall asleep
In your room, the dark
Shadows holding no fear
Over our prone forms.
The sweet smell of sex
Washing us in our afterglow
Where gently, fingers tactile and soft
Slowly lower us from the pinacle.
Laughing like a fool
Lost in Liverpool
Memories of your canopy room
Pushing away the gloom.
Laughing like a fool
Loving Liverpool.
posted by monkey fooker at Wednesday, March 02, 2005
2 Comments:
I may be wrong here, but I'm assuming you got your end away recently. Is this the case?
Life does bring momentous events at unexpected times. A happy sigh I hope.
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