Sunday Morning
autor:: Elendurwen
rubrika:: poezia
She tastes like coffee
On a Sunday morning
When sunbeams are soft
And her childish yawning
Makes me smile
The morning spent in bed
We're just lying
My head on her head
Two naked bodies
Covered to be not seen
But to gently
Touch each others skin
She tastes so sweet
And her tickling hair
Make me sleep and
Wake up new again
On a Sunday morning
When sunbeams are soft
And her childish yawning
Makes me smile
The morning spent in bed
We're just lying
My head on her head
Two naked bodies
Covered to be not seen
But to gently
Touch each others skin
She tastes so sweet
And her tickling hair
Make me sleep and
Wake up new again
napísanísané:: 17.9.2007
prečítalo:: 1010 ludí