quinta-feira, janeiro 20, 2011

You pull my shaking body close
To make the most of tangency
I bite your mouth so fearfully
And slow
The taste of summers yet to shine
A perfect time to change the scene
I bite your mouth in urgency
And terrified I know…

Robert Smith

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

This. Here and now. With you. :)

Snow girl