I’ve got to go back in town.
Why does it take so fucking long.
I need to hear a screaming song.

I’m tired here doing nothing.
There I could get everything.
All the fuck I’m still dreaming.

Well there’s my imagination that kicks in.
But nothing’s worth more than touching the skin.
And watching the eyes slowly closing.

And hearing the accelerating breaths.
And feeling the appearing back sweat.
And seeing the smiles without a threat.

But my satisfaction is right after.
By just smelling the long hair of her.
Just being well together.

With whom ? I now wonder…
Maybe never.