28 May 2012
Cradle me in your arms, Your cotton remains so smooth. Your folds envelope me with warmth, I never want to move.
The feathers are just right, All plump with heavy down, Too comfortable too leave, You could never make me frown.
But the time does then come, When the alarm screams in my ear. And then I have too leave... Until night does reappear.
Bed • Opuss № I