Expect the Unexpected -

I am weak and tired here, you are mine and I am yours

This «L» word we mutter, what does it mean?

A single breath or something more?

One ticket please, I’d like to take journey;

A pleasant trip for something more

The chills, the shocks.

The shell around me crumbles

A cracked egg — your undead yolk

Your chiseled face sets my mood

On top or bottom?

Jazz or Folk?

Trust is must, and I want you

I’m feeling sticky, so be my glue

Expect, my dear.

Men always do

I’ve got something in store for you, it’s unexpected