city insideWhe morning comesSpited sunbeams in my roomwake up slowlynew cicle has begunfolow the feats where they take youand observe them movingmagical you thinkso much energy wasted,back to bad.try againmind not the phonemind not the yeals in the other roommind not your tired braintry againhot liquid burns your lipseyes scream the pleasureheart pumping bloodignited tabaco consumes the momentStop..damn...the worst thig ts to be a citysen
makes me think of one hot day...and this is what lies ahead....mmmm...steamy.