power is pleasure,
when it slides down the bosom of a woman.
comforting all every-side &
Also blinding the eyes & soul as it goes with so much vigour.
The end is magical in disguise.
and if you fall short of her expectations,
bullets is tattooed on your skin,
piercing deeper with deeper penetration.
The end, the grave as a mattress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem