I took a flight to the light .
Solitary traveller and loser,
Like swallowing a bowel
in a limbo of boredom...
This stewardess has stunning legs
and something a she-devil ,
ready to offer me a deal ...
She serves me a cup of spells ,
drawing the curtain on the moon
and leaving me in the mist .
Hopeless ...
You're my satin theft
in a swarm of fustful flies ...
I would wake up in a scrap metal orchestra ,
a crash of distorted echoes .
And take her into my harem ,
Shameless ...
A dark insomnia knight
will drown my scarry desires ,
the taste of coffee
will have the lyrics
of your eyes in the blues ...
Was she an angel
floating on a cloud above the ocean ?
Or only a siren from the depths ?
I got lost before Paris -roissy ...
hobson's choice .
Clouds are never where you expect
them to be ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: July 29th, 2025 08:21
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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