My collection of poems

My collection of short stories

Materials for English Teachers

Some pictures of West Side Story

Quiet night,
He walks into,
The heart of all.
Ring.

Soft,
She listens to,
A heart beat.
Ring.

Robbed,
The mood from her,
Lips and mind.
No Answer.

Not human,
The woman-goddess,
Moans her depth,
Of a fiery need,
That dwells inside.
Clit.

Not human,
The man-god,
Collapses to,
The hot body breath,
That seeks two hearts,
Phallus.

To have both,
And to their own,
Full and depth,
Is greater than all,
Cuz happiness is,
That woe,
Where if only one,
Guilty also,
For if it can be criminal,
To say true happy,
Then where are the cuffs?

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