A game of poker, resemblance of life.

With victories, with hardship;gambling

A game of spade a game of truce,

Of memories like nine of flower.

For beauty that nine of diamond.

For treasurable moments

A heart full of love to forget to forgive.

And that of spade to burry the bad luck.

I fell in love, the perfect feeling a mixture of sweetness and pain, jealously and happiness. It was my first, my dawn my dusk the sensation between orgasm and chocolate flavour. But somehow it was nothing but a fog that ended up emerging into a fight storm of misfits and teary pillow.

A 1000 miles,

Form the light of good,

In dept of desire,

To a hundred yards of black.

By the wisdom of experience,

Shall I inform you that,

A burning sensation of volcanic; passion.

In the ocean of want; depth of lost

A feeling so raw all I did was take,

From the fifteens to fifth of 50s,

A blanket on that soul of blackness,

Forever goodbye, like 2015.

New race with rouge; wilderness,

A lone wolf, the desire to explore,

Bonds the heart and mind.

No joker this time,

For the hour clock long stopped,

The branches of black strengthen

By the power of midnight.

And forever shall it be goodbye 15

Hesitation was once upon a time,

Addiction is my new happy ending,

My thirst, my thirst I can't quench,

Who started it all?

Sensational to an orgasm so raw,

Climaxing all I do is beg,

For superiority,

For power,

For mercy,

For mercy I do not need,

Who started It all? I shall once again ask.

My want my dearest adventure,

My want my greatest fear,

My want my most treasured gift,

For I inhale lust, for I exhale want,

For I smile sinuous,

Yet I eat off that plate of my hunger,

Form this mild quake,

From this garden of passion,

Did she discover she,

A new subject the master thought,

"Dear, dear, you shall accept, you shall embrace!"

For better for worse an oath I vowed,

For better for worse indeed it shall always be.