Begin Of All Poem by Ianne de Angel

Intertwied in my compulsive wish
I got closer in my thoughts,
Understands me who loves,
I was too into your body...

Intertwied together,
Both of us touched one each other
Mixing sweet and wish
I was feeling like I was a latin lover.

The moon did not mean anything
Our focus was the pleasure
I did not care about if I'd meet you
I was making presence in a deep future.

I locked myself in my wish
Something not comum to me
I know that maybe it's hard to believe
But I was following the end.

Now, my patience is left in the room
I never mention to end that soon
Maybe if I felt afraid
I was believing that you wouldn't change what I said
... And I was wrong about it...