where did you go?
Drowning in the water,
fresh from the river of your sorrow?
I was drowning too,
and danger saved me anyway.
In an ocean polluted with evil,
I am drenched by the ink of sin.
You cannot touch me,
yet I am prepared for it.
Let your skin brush on my skin,
and your fingers sink into my flesh.
Let me help you, my love,
I can tell you a sliver of my secrets.
A surprise might even escape from your gasps,
while your eyes shimmer with beautiful regrets.
I desired you so well,
I thought you might deserve me.
But I might be already in hell,
when our love came to be.
his first thoughts about the brunette with deadly skin