Waking up in the morning,
After a night of drinking rum,
Sitting up on my bed,
Remembering what was done.
Not much came to mind,
Stood up looking around,
Alone again thought to myself,
But then I heard a sound.
To the kitchen I walked,
My eyes couldn't believe,
Fixed my eyes upon your shape,
A sight to be seen.
The closer that I got,
Nearer I needed to be,
The smell of your perfume,
Had enchanted me.
My hands laid on your hips,
Kissing your cheek and your neck,
The damn alarm then went off,
Didn't want to wake up yet. |
Submission Name: Sweet Dreams
