The imaginary wants
In the dim light of the cloudy moonlit night
As if ghosts come into me
In the heart, it’s not of fear
Rather enjoyable.
They come, make me shivering
Licking, excitement, make me wet
In every cloudy moonlit night
Let the ghosts come, deep in the heart
Even it does not make me afraid
Rather enjoyable.
So, I do not interrupt it!
12.06.2013
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