Drug

The students in the street

and the sailors on heat

can’t reach us in this room

where our intimacy blooms

      Give me hug

      you are my drug

      I’m in a muddle

      give me a cuddle

      can’t get enough

      of you, my drug

There’s red lights everywhere

but I don’t belong there

my place is on your bed

where you just go to my head

       refr.

Here you tell me secrets

and then you say, oh let’s

have some more tenderness

sheltered from the wilderness

     refr.

19/4/12. Maria