As the sun kissed the pink lips of her, I wonder if we loved the white sheets between us. I had a different lover when she lefted for the city. The country always carried her echo laughs and smile. we wanted to last but she was in love with the presence of me, not the spiritual I.

As the sea water danced around her toes, I wonder what thoughts she had, she always craved my bed and scramble eggs, I had kept her in my secret pocket to post about it later. who didn't want to share my sex, who didn't want to share my different. I'm cramped with two lovers. I'm always ready for them.

- Two Gray's