Currently I am listening to Streets of London and Greg is rolling his eyes. Think I will switch to "The Two Trees" again - God I love that poem!
Greg just said he will buy me a dead goldfish for X-Mas ... fine this now reminds me of a movie.
Oh it is soooo embarassing talking with the ducklings about all that stuff. I hope I cant remember anything in a few hours ...
It is, by the way, damn late here or should I say early?
Guess what time it is?
The perfume on your naked skin,
just must makes me feeling weak and thinking of sin.
The scent of love that touches me,
makes me believing and feeling so free.
The odor of your beauteousness and purity
reveals the essence of life and clarity.
Here I stand, my body in pain,
feeling guilty, feeling insane.
Your perfume slightly touches the air,
I abandon myself to despair.
My heart is breaking, my soul is burning,
my world is steadily turning…
I smell your odor, your sweet perfume of life,
I can only whisper softly: Let me be your slave this nite
Just another poetry - short but bitter-sweet ...