back to beg.

Little bird, i'm begging you.




Little bird perch to my head, tapping and smiling. She render me speechless.
I'm trying to reach her with my dominant hand, I feel particularly creep. I eat my own head while I'm juggling up beneath.
I'm sure she doesn't know where she is, because she left without leaving me a word. I wonder does she knows that she keeps sitting on my head, and sing a song for me?

Little bird, yes you are. My little bird drink a vodka from my eyes, ask my love for a slice to the sour sweet in my lips. Your voice like an angel dance around my head, your body like forbidden whiskey spills around my eyes.

Little bird, even a God would rather have a sin to have one night with you. Don't you notice the temptation which spread out from your body is an endless prosperity?

Little bird, your kiss falls around, from my head to toe, even my chest addicted to it. Little bird, little bird, oh my little bird, I'm telling you, I'm dying without you near me.

My little bird, seek me and feel me for the rest of your life.

*this literature is dedicated for every single man who love their little bird. Because 'little birds' were created to be loved.





Des 2010