Wrap your tendrils around me
Night oh mother of dreams
Let me bare not the waking hours
But hide myself in your cloak
When beasts roam
And men slumber in fits
Take me into your busom
So that I might find reprief
Night oh mother of dreams
Let me bare not the waking hours
But hide myself in your cloak
When beasts roam
And men slumber in fits
Take me into your busom
So that I might find reprief
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sexyadventurer:
Nah, this roommate doesn't suck (believe me, I've had roommate's that did!)...but we do have our difficult patches.
lone_figure:
Your poetry is fascinating 
Good Job!
Good Job!