i wanna be yours

i wanna be

i wanna be your vacuum cleaner,
breathing in your dust...

everything was the same. she was the same. right there, at the table in the left corner drinking her coffee. oh, the way she drink her coffee with so much passion like she is making love.

i couldn't help it. my eyes were everywhere on her body, looking for something that shouldn't be there, but found nothing. everything was perfect. she was perfect.

i wish i was a mosquito to fly around her in her house and heard if she sings in the shower or if she dances when she cooks.
i wish i was a towel to feel every curves and every edges of her body, but instead im just a shadow lost somewhere and i can't find myself.