Liza Sud Poems

What is pleasure? - when one is giving,
and the other receives a gift.
But from both sides should be feeling
that the both sides are pleased.
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I keep my poet's gift in secret,
So that no one could recognize,
Why do I need world's recognition
If the world's key I have inside?
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But time has come when he became indifferent,
To wine, to poetry, to women.
it all to him became too real.
too real to compete his dream.
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Who has opened your soul? –
Only the One who created.
You are known to Him:
Every inch, every thought, every drop.
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He said that I was his sun,
I was golden walls for him.
And I started to believe,
But doubt sneaked into me.
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All my poems are for you now
And I want to become your toy.
The part of your soul, your body.
Submissive to any joy.
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Me relative was very-very lustful,
He wanted a girl everywhere.
He wanted to touch a young girl and..uck her,
Got angry if she repelled him.
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We will have enough time for everything.
Because all of us are immortal.
Pain and sorrow come when you lose faith in this.
Preserve god's moral!
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There on the other planet
people live without sex.
they are never tired of passions,
never lonelyness is felt.
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