J
Jasmin
Gast
Sunbeams golden glow
flouting into my
satin black sheets.
Legs and arms spread out there.
Are they mine?
Toast, jam and butter
you are serving me.
Waiter, where is the Champaign?
Glasses shattered on the floor.
Was that me?
You are twinkling into
the window’s yellow light
shutting your eyes away
with your frail hand.
Girl, you're soon gonna be mine...
Your voice is echoing in the distance
when I perceive your having gone astray.
Is it your spirit illuminating my vacant space?
flouting into my
satin black sheets.
Legs and arms spread out there.
Are they mine?
Toast, jam and butter
you are serving me.
Waiter, where is the Champaign?
Glasses shattered on the floor.
Was that me?
You are twinkling into
the window’s yellow light
shutting your eyes away
with your frail hand.
Girl, you're soon gonna be mine...
Your voice is echoing in the distance
when I perceive your having gone astray.
Is it your spirit illuminating my vacant space?
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