I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.
The gentle breeze swayed the tops of the flowers. The petals glowing in the afternoon sunshine. My lovers' eyes twinkled as he carried on doing the thing he loved most in the world.
The stars talk to me, They bear their souls, The twinkle and sparkle To show pain and joy. I talk to the stars, I wish upon them, And cry to them, Wishing I was a star.
I can't be a serial killer As I have weak wrists I push buttons all day in an office Making cups of tea by the dozen And at night I watch just comedies on T.V My favourite being Glee
