I woke up amid the darkness of the night,
And found myself in your warm embrace.
Your bra strap still too firm and tight,
And your bosoms suffering a claustrophobic distress.
How well do you cuddle me each night!
When the stars twinkle fadedly bright.
I was thristy but you served me no water,
But brought me wine measured in a quarter.
I was drinking your love from those deep dark eyes,
As you opened the shorts that you tightly wore.
I...