The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan. In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers. Till the world
There is a wait and that's what hurt. Makes it happen, fill the gap. It spreads her hair all about. My steps. If I do it slow. No, no threats. No, no fights. No fantasies. Lucy. I hurry back