Friendly gestures

Silent eves with the rain drops, beside us no words, just time to kill cradled in your arms save me, I’m a helpless little thing and I trust you; your warm hard body we’re like glue here; there’s no space in between I couldn’t stand it otherwise you let me be so needy, and I

Entering a flower

A smiling woman wearing a magenta dress-suit, which resembles that of an air-hostess, stands next to a big rose and repeats an announcement. She informs the public that tickets are going on sale for a rose tour. People form a long line and stick their heads out to take a peak at the massive rose

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each

It’s always tea time in wonderland

don’t worry about a thing