Hahaha wat ontzettend leuk.
Paard kijkt ook of ze het allemaal wel prima vind zolang zij maar een beetje gas mag geven.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.