Looking for you along the scattered tables,
I wonder what would it be,
to hold your hand,
and be your knight.
Chase you when you’re being pissed
by the deserts and seas,
and whisper words,
wash away your spite.
I’d love to get drowned in your warm,
wet and thrilling kisses.
Why not let this scorching affection
vaporise our dozy night?
Please, don’t ever cease to make
my heart beat like it’s
trying to break my ribs,
Darling, you’re my favorite sight.©