23 May 2012
Its midnight
Twisting and turning around in My bed
Tick Tick time goes by
I know I shouldnt
Sheets all twisted
I know I shouldnt
Its dark
Cold floor under My naked feet
Just a tiny light
Cold breeze
The gentle touch dark and strong
Melting
Just a tiny piece
Chokolate With cream custard
Crumb by crumb
Even the little cherry on top
Ooohhhh You delicious chokolate cake
You are no more
Just à memory on My tounge
To Gazplend • Opuss № I