There was an English guy, back in the 80's who wrote something like this:

Midnight in my room, she will come up.

I hear footsteps on the stairs, I see the door.

Lampshade, Blue sheet.

Silk curtains, your naked body.

Poison Girl.

Green eyes shine at me in the mirror.

Your body is a pleasure from beginning to end.

Alone in my room, I wake up without you.

I keep talking to the walls until sunshine's.

Poison Girl.

You are so calm, and.

Every night you get to my room.

Room gets smaller, and time breaths.