I RememberI remember one summer night, a couple of years back when we drove up to a place close to the sea. I remember sitting in your car, terrified of the silence, of the absence of other people. Abandon places, ruins of houses and a supernatural feeling. Under the starry sky you held onto my waist and all I could hear were your voice and the sea's waves hitting the rocks. I even remember my vivid, pink gypsy skirt, screaming of freedom, of being young and my tight black top, always a size too small. You asked me then if I was in love and I paused in thought. Then I did not know what I felt, what the confusion was. I felt desire. Two years down the pI Remember
SinnerI think of you and for this I am a sinner Fragile people waiting to be broken, born within meSinner
Dominating my love, putting me in bondage Still I am the sinner
The inner me striving to escape the slavery, Worshipping the wrong god , you
Pain, Anger, Punishment. I fear I have forgotten to feel.
Sins.
DominanceThat night the cold was eating away at her bare skin. She always thought she was tough and never wanted to cover her naked beauty with a warm coat. What is it about her that makes them want to grab her and make her theirs? I could never explain the looks. They looked at her as if she was a vicious animal, threatening to their kind and few would risk their pride to approach that panther of a woman. Her image was painted in their memory with walnut oil; it never seemed to settle in. She wasn't a vibrant person; it was the mystery in her eyes that excited them. Women sat back watching her as if she was a witch who had cast two separate spells. WDominance
Do we know to love?How? We answer questions with questions, Escaping the pain of an answer We sing sad songs as if we were the writer, We feel the emotion, yet we don't know why Why? All these questions, and sleep seems so far Eyes half open, the nostalgic atmosphere imposes sadness Do we know to love? Laying there, in thought of past times Wondering whether other paths ended elsewhere Dreaming of days that could have been The feeling already sunken deep inside And it is a prison, love is Do I know? Do I know to love? I do. Endless nights I think of a body thatDo we know to love?
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