Breaking the bans of Indigo

I’m not going to give up without a fight,

To die only in rhythm with you!

In the nudity of a hot night

Adored by mine, Tsunami.

post scriptum: Dance, it’s war.

You’re smoking me slowly.

You smoke me slowly, I give myself heroin on my lips,

Devils dotted from thin lines on a damp body.

I want to be extremely, internally rude today,

Conquer the turns of your – my mayhem.

I want to enjoy the movement of the crushed flesh,

To penetrate, to dissolve to the edge of the bottom.

To bring to the limit and feel the body on a platoon,

A loud volley – a sip to drain your cup of wine.

Intercepted throat, scorching, hot desire

The veins are cut and tied with a tight knot.

I immerse in the madness with a velvet, gentle touch

And breaking down the bans, indigo… I’m going for a break!

You called me My Dear Gette!

You called me, “My dear Gette!”

In German, relishing the rhymes on the flight.

I don’t care where you live.

You won’t come, but you’ll understand.

My woman, are you afraid of the sun?

You’re worthy of the hottest, Grazie”

But i’m not like it or drinks.”

I wouldn’t kiss you and others!

Drinking Cuban rum, fools will fly to Cuba.

Or to the States for paprika, chilli pepper.

Why would I want to do that? If your lips are dry,

They burn so that the heart beats in hysterics!

I wouldn’t call you beautiful at all,

Sharp prof and ridiculous-funny bangs.

Just know, without you I can’t stand it!

I’m missing, honestly!.. You’re going to hell.

This girl is “for-tamed-not-in-the-response”

This girl

“for-tamed-not-in-response”

And kissing lips

she forgets quickly,

the thin thread of her monist

will retain names

In an envelope.

Every abandoned

was marked

and we love to the pain,

to the first blood.

Only ‘chet’ for her

It’s the same ‘odd.”

And she collects