lunes, 2 de enero de 2012

Cold silk sheets
caress my skin
in the privacy of the room.

I asked you to come closer
but my voice maybe was too soft
for you did not seem to hear clear enough.

The moon and I had a deal,
she was supposed to help me making you see.
The moon and I had a deal,
we closed it beneath cold silk sheets.

I turn all my senses on, 
and I hear nothing but my own breathing
in the loneliness of the bedroom, 
I turn all my senses on, 
and the moon quietly through the window
lights my thoughts. 

Screaming at the top of my lungs, 
I tried making you notice
how much I do not feel your desire
not your lust, not anything. 

The moon and I had a deal, 
she was to made the night last long enough 
for you to warm my skin up.

Cold silk sheets
caress my skin
in the privacy of the room.

I asked you to come closer…