Little black bird sitting on my shoulder,
Her beak bickering me with ever so ease,
I sigh at the sky, leaning my head back,
Petting the bird's tail with a finger tip.

Darkness consumes the eyes, stars begin to shine,
The bird's little beak goes lower down my spine,
I close my eyes and let a deep moan escape,
Soon this will be over, soon I'll be awake.

But this is no dream, and not a figment inside my head,
The lips touch me, from the fingers I shake,
I let this happen, for as long as I can,
The face doesn't matter, when you cannot see the man.

This isn't the first time that I've let this occur,
I enjoy being touched and I enjoy feeling good,
But not one of them will ever enter and be inside me,
For underneath my clothes no eyes can see.

The hour is finished, now comes the time to go,
To gather my bag and cigarettes, and not forget the cell
phone too,
It was a pleasure, it was really nice, I really must
depart,
Farewell, until the next stranger comes.