Cruel is our fate
Four hundred then more
To step through my door
A text in the morning
With sleep still adorning
A thought in my mind
All day you will find
That you are my smile
Spanning each long mile
The phone is our friend
A connection is send
Another no lie
Is the button reply
The left side is cold
A space in the fold
A slumber with sight
Vivid colors so bright
Our lips whisper needs
Naughty sexy deeds
My body the wanton
Your fingers the fun
A roll of your hips
A rub on my nips
Lips speak a quiver
Moans with a shiver
A whine in the wind
Snooze I have sinned
Just five minutes more
It’s all I’ll ask for
But not to be had
And that makes me sad
As the clock is uptight
And work is in sight
A thought for the day
To ease troubles away
Life is unfair
Dream we still dare
Ours is inconvenience
Dream masters of our genius
