What good is a day if you can’t spend it,
With your favorite book, a hot cup of coffee
A slow burning cigarette,
watching the smoke as it curls upward getting lost in the sun.
What good is a day if you can’t spend it.
Sweat dripping down your face,
You lick your lips and taste the salt.
Feel your skin sticking to each other,
Curves of your body perfectly matched.
What good is a day if you can’t spend it
in bed, curled up with the love of your life,
Talking nonsense
Lost among the pillows and in each other’s eyes.
What good is a day?
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