Soft, succulent and tender is my abode,
My place of rest
The place I call home,
Your warmth, my warmth
The only shelter made for me.
Dozing off on you
Seems like a journey to Iceland,
A journey filled with smiles and comfort.
When I lie in you, I know my pains are gone.
The friendship and companionship I find in you knows no bound,
All alone I soliloquise,
Playing into the hand of the Yoruba saying: “It is only mad people who speak to
If becoming mad when I am with you will make me happy, I will better be more crazy
living every night with you.
The one that makes me happy,