The Bonfire of the Women!
(Rosario Pisani)
I am alone, walking down the street with my thoughts. Why?
What are you looking for?
Not even the moon keeps me company,
The cold began to enter my bones.
slow in my wanderings, I met a woman.
I stop for a cigarette and warmed up a bit 'hands.
Next to her the fire goes out slowly.
is then that the woman beckons me to follow her.
is the beginning.
is a time not programmed.
Our bodies, now bare of things and modesty.
I'm lying in a pure white sheet.
No holds barred.
Everything is done with an automatic sync.
Our relationship is consumed in the passion in the pleasure of this concession.
In the spirit of the feelings of love and sex!
Me: I call
lady.
She says:
\u0026lt;No, Do not call me ma'am, it is not. I am
WHORE!
Whore!
They are like a bucket, where men must empty their water.>.
\u0026lt;This report I have lived at best, with YOU! >.
In my profession, rarely are allowed to choose their partner. Free
Now, I have preferred! Freely
not fetch money from you!
Me:
More than ever now, I'll call you ma'am.
Yes! Lady.
My noble lady! This
rose is for you!
Lady. We thank the men
your life.
Maestre occult weaning Sexual such as social.
Who, for the first time in my life, I look for in its entirety: the interpretation!
Thanks again
Dear Ms. Noble!
Rosario Pisani
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