Waking up -is the middle of the night-To touch you, in my dreams, the desire that won’t let go. My subconcious, your body, two in the bed naked, no curtains, six in the morning. I forgot what I wanted to say, last nite there were 4 of us.
Waking up -is the middle of the night-To touch you, in my dreams, the desire that won’t let go. My subconcious, your body, two in the bed naked, no curtains, six in the morning. I forgot what I wanted to say, last nite there were 4 of us.