I see the corner of the room You are not there Instead there is a hollow The same old song Loneliness.

There is rumour in the city Cars are passing Lights are shining It is loud in my head I feel vulnerable And I miss you.

He had a soft voice He talked about moon and stars It was like love making I kept thinking of taking off his clothes Taking his dick in my mouth And licking it It would make justice To the warmth his nocturnal voice Was giving to my...