Mistress Poem by Antonio Liao

oh! sweet honey comb of sweat distress,
hold my great taste of thirst, lobby my lewd
accent, the flesh holds the poison of emptied
memory

come the little passion my heart knock your
doorstep the rugged pain I adore, make me the
vehicle of your strength and capture the lust
that your wickedness holds

all the while, satisfaction move to regret and
as the moment witness our joy, all need not to
say goodbye, and the love songs of refrain dare
not to say, “I do “

wait for me and wake me up the entire purse
down; the pocket is lonely for each heart breaks
the luck, contented to lost, and the mind loose

a looser all the time …..