zebrasindenver

Grey room, and you are on the green chair with no cushion,

you smoke a cigarette to calm what i have done to you,

god you look pretty, prettier than my ex wife,

and i lay there on the bed naked and hard, tired and sweaty,

you look like an angel with cut wings,

my body cries for sleep but my mind races with your pulse from across the room,

ill destroy you, and you will sleep messed and naked without wanting to,

god you are pretty right now, and i am quiet, till the morning my dear,

till the sunrise.