24/08/2015

In a blink of an eye
I regret everything
And the subsequent
Consuming burden
Makes me hate you.
Makes me hate all of you.
I feel a filthy puritanical whore
Flirting with alien dicks
With fucked preconceived
Notions about me.
- Or my tasty pussy.
Almost disgusted
I proceed
As a fact
That will happen
All the life I have to live.
Poor me,
I mean, what else can exist
For someone who adores
and dreams to share a life with a myth,
Really, If only I could be
More flexibly free
In terms of sex and sexuality.
I hate them cause I adore them
And they hate me.
They torture me like a
Bizarre creature that can't be
Right, or cool, or safe
To take a risk, to taste,
To bleed and sip this kind
Of mushroom tea.

Nevertheless, I always come back.
You see,
Sensually tender and beautifully
Free and shy
I appear with no ties
Or ropes or literally crazy.
I don't lie, maybe I hide
Something in a sweet vibe.
And I have to try
- until I hate you again
and regret everything I did,
I have to try.