I met the devil one day. How that happened, I can not say.She told me to wait in the living-room.I hurriedly followed her to the bedroom.She looked hot, she looked lavishing. In a red leather outfit, she was dazzling.I quickly approached...

you will always be safe in my poetry, just like the grey stain is safe on the shining moon even though fog looms over our relationship, the wind blowing around me only spreads your scent even if a layer of silence...

A poem I wrote.