A dangerous game

We rides with pride in the wind
We rides the eternal road
Freedom’s a Harley
spin away
from monotonous
reality.
Each year is an awesome story,
high-octane courage gives our speed,
it's in our 's blood, a timeless creed
on the fast coast road to glory.
There is only this moment
— crackling spark of fire,
carried in an eye, burning
with inferno's heat.

The love that originated in itself

obsession — instantly
connection — desire

they knew
happy end

— My Lover Demon
I have wanted you
since we were born in shadow
it takes forever
for you to touch me
like I wish you would
Your breath on my neck . . .
let’s hold each other tightly
and pray for little death. . .

One life’s beauty
another life’s mystery
perfect the illusion
equal
in desires
— two!

He was in her
and safe was she*

The love
that originated
in itself.

© Copyright:
Black samurai.

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