Not sure my shoulder can supply
the shelter you seek for
whilst, knocking at your door
ancient dreams shake a silent cry
I'm just an armchair... See?
Yes, green and velvety
and yet a simple fourniture
granted to intimate pleasure
So cold until you bring your warmth
so dry until you spill your tears
receptacle of eather fears
or joys, or scenaries of yours
I'm just an armchair... See?
Do what you want of me
I won't reply
The thing is I'm your confident. Don't you be shy
tiniak ©2018 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK
pour @Gaëna... (I found'ya!)