Sad Woman Poem by Randhir kaur

We were living a cock-and-bull story. I am now good at enology that orgasms doesn't etch my soul at all, your intoxication has led you to speak dirty not realizing the fact that you're adding insult to injury. She is not glad lying comfortable to hear her own voice when the energy is lecherous. She thinks sex is not much as important as you but everyday she sleeps with the hard man to pierce the vulva and crushes the pillow every night. It is not a casual thing to let it go with a snap but she looks at him walk and work very hard and still wait on the table, pretty sugarcane never refuses to feel sick of being ignored. This woman that you are reading is of light skin, please believe me she is transparent.