Fade out, fade in, in extasy.
Her lungs, so heavy. Red sheets, mirror gold and daimond lights, in an old fashioned wealth room
Childhood sunrays through closed orange-yellow curtains
Stepped away from what I am
And I asked her, while her heart pulses severly, and hormones intoxicated her mind and her consiouss:
''Did you ever thought ending up laying here with me in here? ''
She softly whispered with a subtle gasp for breathe: ''Never...''
And that's when I said, with a smile on my face: ''I've always did.''
Her neck.. I always did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem