Your lips tell beautiful lies on the tip of my ears.
As they send secret kisses down my shoulder.
As I shudder in satisfaction.
And we lay panting in my bed.

Trails lead to satisfaction

I don’t understand,
*And yet I do.*
The clover is considered lucky,
*I guess I need one to help me through,*
I am blue and that is sad,
*But the sky is blue is the sky sad?*
I wear my raincoat to avoid the water,
*And yet I cleanse my sorrows in a the wet embrace of a shower,*
They wash away and run down the drain,
*A small weight off my back so I don’t waste away.*