Her Words

Those words...so sweet don't keep quiet... and disperse with the blowing winds like innocuous rose perfumes they mercilessly ...cut through the meat... puncture the heart and choke the throat... and produce a feverish conceit.... Next time when we meet it'll be difficult to cool the heat... If I take you into my arms and lock... if I suck your burning lips with greed and caress your throbbing pleats with shameless strokes... don't look at me with like that... with shock don't call me a mean, lecherous crook It's not my fault... This man's... no rock...