early morning sunshine pierces
the gasps as the frozen interior
of the apartment cages us…
shivering in fear of
being found out by her mother,
i rest my eyes and hope that covers
do just that if she enters the room.
the knock comes, but not on the door…
her hand falls from the bed and
awakens the rest of her as
it spills her midnight snack
of milk and cookies.
her bloodshot eyes turn to mine
and we connect on more
levels than just one.
Sie habe blau Augen
und kurzes, braun Haar.
and i love running my fingers
through it like playing
in the sands of time.
her lips reaching pleasantly
to my face…
begging for a kiss…
planted and the seed of
a sexual adventure grew,
spreading down her chest
and over her belly…
kissing the pearl as she
opens like new flower…
Lesen sie Herz an kennt
das sie ist mein.
she caresses my head as
these lips penetrate to her core…
knowing her deeper than she
can know herself sometimes,
she pulls me into her aroma and
lets me taste her passion.
the dreams of this were much uglier,
ive never believed in perfection
until this morning.
Ich habe nicht kommt mag
diese in meine leben.
its only because you helped
me taste the truth of our love,
smell the reality of this affair,
and hear the perfection
in the scared silence of your
mid-morning household.
thanks for the hand.

[for interpretations of the german parts just ask, if you really wanna know, otherwise, just try to assume you might know and read it again...make your own ideas.]