автор: LittlePerfectC

Now I remember – you had that
Dark spot in the shape of
Me
On your left thigh
Or was it just me clenched there?

Do you remember – I had the
Ropes of your hair all around
Me
Like I was trapped
Or was I not the rope and the trap?

Can we remember – we had the
White of your skin spilled
like
cream on chocolate
or were we a weak café-au-lait?

Draw me, tie me, drink me
In the name of love.