I loved such a person that
she had honey and poison
the day I fell on her eyelash
her death started
furious, irritable, aggressive
indecent, impolite her mouth
her eyes were
as dark as nights
so far, two captives
she used to cry when she made love
from end to end from sin to sin
we rolled gladly
I loved such a person that
it was a kind of suicide
still she was in wounds
she would admire the courage
furious, irritable, aggressive
indecent, impolite his mouth
her eyes were
as dark as nights
so far, two captives
she used to cry when she made love
from end to end from sin to sin
we rolled gladly
I loved such a person that
it was a kind of suicide