Bed like a temple
where only I am allowed to worship.
Bed like a cloud from an oil painting
so full and heavy.
Bed like a hammock in paradise
so quiet and cradling.
I sink between the layers,
and stretch in the deliciousness.
Bed like a temple
where only I am allowed to worship.
Bed like a cloud from an oil painting
so full and heavy.
Bed like a hammock in paradise
so quiet and cradling.
I sink between the layers,
and stretch in the deliciousness.
Typewriter Moon 