Dark moist pupils staring at loving eyes
Compelling soft little hands to pass over...

They tap the phones
Come raiding in the house at dawn...

Like shattered glass all pain falls
Upon my chest into the flesh...

As I explore, and run with my mind
To the era of our forefathers, our blood...

Thy art the tiny spider
Living between the cracks...

What eyes intrigue me in the night
When all there is, is hooting owls...

An aspiring cook, experienced as you are
You plucked my heart fresh from its roots, its...

Sitting, talking
Clock tick tocking...

I know it wasn't me
Nor was it really you...

*Vestal virgin: A young unmarried woman whose duty...
A humming tune sounds through the night...

His tongue has sturdy bumps
On from which they descend...

D... dr..e...dr..ea..m
First words of a dream...