alex from france

his name is alex.
from france.

funckin' bloody night

he's coming again.
tonight.
bit late.
new appearance.
more tidy.
new necklace.
perfume.
looks beautiful.
make me hot.

but we cant make it tonight.
i told him.
i'm in bloody.
but he didn't care.
keep me up.

we cant do it right now.
i told him.
again.
he stil didn't care.
keep flatter me.
and we did it.
with his way.

i never did it.
i said to him.
i'm afraid.
i'll do it slowly.
he pushed me.
he looked beautiful.
made me surrender.

but he always in rush.
packed up immediately.
can we talk?
i begged him.

i have to go.
he's hurry.
as always.
dont know will back.

i cant deter him.
again.
he left.
dont know will back.

fuckin' bloody night.

freaky saturday

one night before, i was on deep pray just unlike usual. then he came like a gift. unexpected but made me up. i was flying. so high. and i start to expecting him.

but i have to realize that he may only for that day. no more. because he never come again. ruin all of my dream. leave me in deep hollow. even i tried to ask him. put my dignity off.

please come. i still miss you (stranger)...

but he just like a wind. blew somewhere. and i just became one stop just before he run away. did i disorder my pray?