Crossing my eyes and lit up a night,
Wilde whirls a wind so pass a flight.
Knifes, passions lick on my petal's peak,
Oh, an emotion damn not dare to speak.
Lenses spend a silk for my faith,
Black hair flee under her knees.
Such a beam of thunder, blood enlivens her sun and fire,
What a flow of sword,sacrifice frees my doom and gloom.
Sea of rocky waves under my boots,
Could be a rose from her burning hoods.
Shaking shoulders, tigress approach for a kiss,
Sparkle blooms, gun shoots to kill my bliss.
My dear, god will know if you are he or she,
My dear, god knows a century of tears swallowed inside me.
(This is a lesbian poem, written from real life experience and some emotions beyond my culture and restrictions. Nowhere to release so I'm here.)
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Tigress from the east
PoésieA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
