domingo, janeiro 08, 2006

Sex (or love still to come)


The longest yard, the longest run
A drop of wine, a crest of fun
Your hand, your skin
My loss, my sin

The longest yard, the longest hour
Your eyes, your light, so sweet, so sour
A drop of wine, the salt of sea
The breath you're taking all out of me
Your hand, your act, the game we play
Emptying me smothly, making me stay
Where life can't have, where life can't be
Shall we just do it?
Or wait and see?

posted by Marco Mendes Velho @ 4:07:00 da manhã