Bad Books
Pyotr
Bare breasted, you make love in the turretI feel each single thrust that you takeAnd in silence I watch on from the bastionEntranced, I make myself look awayAnd bare breasted making love in the turretI've never loved nobody other than youAnd in silence, I can feel that you quiverKeep quiet or you know what he will doAnd I know I am not the man you desireI know you think that I am some kind of foolAnd I know you would gaze in his eyes foreverI've figured out just how to give that to youWhen he found us in the western wing sleepingYou cried at all the things you thought he would doAnd I tell you in the heat of the scuffleNobody ever takes my eyes off of youAnd you know Katherine how you run me my feverOh Katherine, tell me was it worth it for him?These gallows are no place for the stubbornJust you and your lover as a dark souvenir She sees me on display inside the museumComes every morning and again when she canStrokes her blistered hand across my glass containerSays its so good to see you back here again
From Letras Mania