I am your precious souvenir

I was living inside a shell,
no space for my devices,
but the nacre on the walls
I can't lie, I like it

It was peaceful and quiet
so I focused on my spiritual struggles.
I could dress sexy all day
without questioning me if was vulgar

One day, the tidal carried my shell to your harbor
I was afraid you will take my pearl off
but you just kept me on your pocket

I could sense your involuntary erection
while the bus was bouncing,
it was like we’re having sex
never felt so loved, never felt so protected.

Voltar / Return