Bed:Bitter Sweet

Am on the reading table Turning to that light, soft rubber material, Covered in fine sheet, very noticeable And to the body essential. In your bossom lies soothe, calm and peace. You are tempting though you never said a word, An item made from fine piece. I would love to rest yearns my spinal cord. My head well placed on that soft pillows, My body stretched comfortably on that sheet. The calm of my body billows. Between man and book you instill rift. In a second my eyes bocomes drowsy My bones shrinks, Weak and lazy As though I had one or two drinks. Am left drowning in the oceans of slumber. Unconcious yet I mutter, Awake but eyes are ember, What just happend, I stutterd. Though you are nice,i rather flee your grip than become forever your slave.