The red field

Away from the rightness
Ahead from the sight
Above any idea
Among crowds of pretended twisted minds
crying for the untold.



Just an untold secret,
the one that most of them
will never hold.



The one that will remain untold
forever....although
it has been whispered
softly in your ear.



Over the red field
of the untold secret.
You and me, both...in a painful anger full of joy



I hate you in red, even more

sweetness

It brings a second verse

The shape of those nipples betweenmy fingers
The weight of your breast resting on my hands
The look of the sking turned to red
The eyes hidden behind the mess of your hair
The smelt of your sex
The bright dark of your mind following mine
The way your way makes me be
The natural shared hate on the tip of my cane

All that sweetness is on my mind.

do you know i hate you?

Yes, I hate the way you give that charming point to the most explicit scenes.
I hate the perfect shape of those tantalizing nipples
I hate the sensual curves of your full breast
I hate the pale tone of that inviting skin
I hate the red reflections of your hair
I hate you for being so sexual
I hate the way your luscious mind turns me on
I hate the ideas you bring to me just for being in that way
I hate the naturality of your perversion
I hate how smooth your roughness seems

But over it all, I hate that you are thousand miles away from me.
That is what i really hate