Rubber Tree in Eros
The color of your skin
Olive-toned
Rubber tree, you have me
Eroticized
Stealing time from time
To rest on my chest
And converse in dreams
And wake up asking
Sex
Without hurry and rightfully
This is our morning
So full of desire
Outside of time
Without pain or treachery
This is my fantasy
To my Rubber Tree
Sex
Without hurry and rightfully
This is our morning
So full of desire
Outside of time
Without pain or treachery
This is my fantasy
To my Rubber Tree