lesaphone

Princess of lust Dignity put to dust A virginal sight Their apple to bite Drink from my thighs The rain of lies A sight so cursed Breasts which never nursed An Aphrodite for mortal souls Playing hide and seek in lecherous roles Their erotic hour my tearless weep Their satisfaction my infinite sleep Naked limbs reflecting from the moon I'll be there for you soon First wish for this night: Let me be your delight Body of a virgin Sold to the Devil's kin Your God is me In all that you see

She came as a wind and sat in front of him without saying a word. He looked a little bit confused but he still was holding his cup of coffee. Yes, she was upset about something but she couldn't find right words for next few minutes. -I'll never become a writer. He looked even more confused now. This wasn't recognition which he was expecting. She laugh. Nervously she started waving with her hands. -I'll never become writer. I imagine everything! Places, characters, dialogues, the whole family trees! I know how they're feeling, what they think in every moment, how they're dressing. Absolutely everything! But then I read it's just... Stupid.