IRC-Galleria

The conflicting instinct and body
I was acting a pulsing "inversion"
Like clinging quietly onto it

Those two were very beautiful
Because I knew too much of this "impurity"

On top of the rapidly scattering sexual desire I answered with "I love you"

You seem to desire these wounds of nakedness as if you were ridiculing them
Because I felt you deeper than the pain
It is possible to pretend

My reason and body that will be broken
I was gazing at this pulsing "oppression"
Like I was drowning in these hands

Those two were very beautiful ...

On top of the sexual desire that scatters in pieces I answered with "I love you"

You seem to desire these wounds of nakedness as if you were ridiculing them
You think that my body is sinking into the pain

Despite the hand that creeps across the curve of my neck I want to believe

Between the interval of love and hatred
I was dreaming
The warmth will wear off
In the end of the love that I believed to be stained with passion

I saw hell