Inconvenience Stories

The hour is eight Cruel is our fate Four hundred then more To step through my door A text in the morning With sleep still adorning A thought in my mind All day you will find That you are my smile Spanning each long mile The phone is our friend A connection is send Another no lie Is the button reply The left side is cold A space in the fold A slumber with sight Vivid colors so bright Our lips whisper needs Naughty sexy dee...