Fugitive persecuted

Your lips are full of shape. Immortality acquires a new meaning from him, accepting the handcuffs of Love; the Loyalty that our hearts colonized! The juicy promise of cherries drops in treasure delights in all your universe kisses towards me! Scorching passions is still hitting our biological furnace! Of us - even if we really wanted to - only crumbs of memories remain!

From soul to soul, he weaves and sneaks silently into the weave of taboo temptations forbidden. The Eye Vault bathes itself in torturous torment! In places beaten with timelessness, you order a place for yourself and your piano dentures light up your heavenly smile! You also know: Like any other secret curse, the volcanic eruption of our hearts breaks down and breaks itself with Prometheus' desire - the nauseating smell of Janus truths entails the purest emotion - but we cannot remain enemies, otherwise who can we trust our fragile presence?

Even in infidelity, I became a coward in person, a victim fleeing persecuted - I ran away from you and could only look back in the treacherous loyalty of your kisses. The proud moment passed over my head: If I could have killed by the toxic saliva of kisses, they would have been executed a long time ago! Skinny hope still swayes — just for you — in my unconscious life!

I wanted nothing more than to hear you, in your colonized mother's lap, among the delicate caresses of your protective arms…