The hermaphrodite lady doesn't paint enough.
She doesn't remove enough.
It doesn't excite me as much as it should.
A respect, please, for symmetry,
for arithmetic and geography.
Even numbers and plurals.
are not popular in your topography.
Those heels of contempt,
walking as if they stopped
the world on the trapezoid:
on one side is hell, on the other is heaven.
Across the round mountain range,
I have seen your shadow approaching.
I have asked another round of sake.
You called me a coward
for not placing a kiss on your mouth.
Pathetic and poetic thought,
at this point in the night it is normal ,
in a quadruped and palmiped animal,
with vocational mammalian instinct.
Those heels of contempt,
walking as if they stopped
the world on the trapeze:
on one side is hell, on the other is heaven.
The hermaphrodite lady does not paint herself enough.
She does not remove enough.
It does not excite me as much as it should.
br/>Those heels of contempt,
walking as if they stopped
the world on the trapeze:
on one side hell, on the other heaven.
I know what you think There is no valid excuse,
wait for something to occur to me. Now that I go out,
I will leave a door open.