Stranger In My Dark Room

blurring moments, zooming truths,cropping laughters in my dark room .It's all a matter of perception!? I've Nina Simone ...but I've got no sugar in my bowl only blue blood racing beneath my flesh...........Mmmm.Dripping wet while dreaming of strangers climbing into my bed, licking wounds , unclenching hips, moistened lips and drip drip.. It isn't that bad feeling blue since I have you humming sugar coated tunes....