I wasn’t naked but I was without clothes sitting round a table decorated with smiles, forks of excitement and plates of melody were thrown all through the table.
It feels strange, my mama’s milk doesn’t taste the same but am consuming it with a quest for more and a desire to roar at any one who seeks to pull my tongue off her breast.
There are just few diamonds but it feels like i extracted all that the world has got ,a star fell into my temple and my curtains illuminated.
I have been held just by the tip of a finger yet the grip becomes stronger like a knot tighten by magnetic screws, how expensive is a spell cast upon a heart.
Written and Composed by Boffins