Time slips through my fingers like waterbefore I get a chance to drink it in.Just as droplets jump with frenzied desperationfrom the edge of a table-t..
She had a clear umbrellaBecause she never wanted to hide the colour of the sky.Even when the sun was swallowed by grey,She would look up and smileBeca..
He's sickAnd I'm a selfish bitchFor thinking my time is my ownBut pray argue with the thing that demands I give it all my minutesThat I must confine t..
she is sweeti take in the nectar of her scentwhilst nuzzling plump blushing skincovered with its translucent velveti drink her inher honey juicestrick..
He never had a way with wordsCouldn't warm people's hearths with a wry smile and flick of the tongueHe in fact often had an awkwardness that made my s..