Monday, November 14, 2005

That Night

It was ten past two
that night,
When there was no sound
except for ours that went for hours,
that raw creaking of the bed,
it never fails to annoy me,
it should have been oiled ages ago,
as I have told you many times before,
But that night,
with you under me,
with you on me,
with you inside me,

I really didnt mind it at all.