Poetrey and music

That selling girl

 

The truth and the hidden

My truth and history

With everything from love to war

Press the button

Turn on the volume or read

Rather sell my body parts a sleep on the street

I am struggling alone to survive

In all the ways possible

Deals that would scare you

Maybe do you put off?

I’ll give you pleasure

Is it worth or not

We all get betrayed by love

Perhaps his own cross to bear

But understanding the problems should be shared

 

The streets are dark where I go

Around the corner is a

And waiting to throw their anchors

Maybe follow me

But I’m cold

And I never ask about you

You come in thinking about feeling

What you buy on the street

Don’t ever think you get me

Kisses are forbidden

 

Poetrey and music

Controversial and difficult

Controversial and difficult

Maybe so

Do you like it?

Or I move to another table

Have no inhibitions

Do not share with anyone

My sexual dream is for me

He and I love

She and I dance

You want to be with

But paint damn on the wall before the words

Stop debating

I do not listen

Move the table or stop

I own and crazy yes

What should you do?

Ask me to sit down

When I take so they always raise the voice

Talk as such over people

Just makes me pissed off so be quiet instead

Do not complain on anything you are

Stand for what you say

What do I do?

Therefore many people hate me

Poetrey and music

The ecstasy in me

The other day I had to stop and think

And I love how you approach me

So I took a walk in the city and drank my drink

Your perfect front frame makes me hot and wild

I just want to lick you clean

I can’t stop myself from falling over

And you can never stop visiting me

Love how simple your movements are

You make me let the clothes fall to the floor

My hand holding the key to my heart

And I open the lock for you

If will not stop for even we are there together

Poetrey and music

Mr artist

 

Musician and I have something special

Contact is unavoidable

I was seven years old when the first musician struck me

Hit squarely in the heart with Cupid’s arrows

Now I am still worse

Gets me in front of the camera

Write your own lyrics

Thanks to inspiration

Had never been able to sleep with a normal dude

Then I never received the flame to burn for such

Normally this is still boring

And I’m far from it

So the maniac may feel free to hug me

The poet may well dance with me

I’ll kiss him or her