Notes of The Lost Sheep

Birthday

on my birthday last year,
a Chinese Man sat by my side saying
“Happy Birthday, by the way.”

there are no swords sharper than his eyes,
then he had me home
by his white dream car;
drive thru a McD
and had my Punch Pop as a gift

A Rich Man Fragrance

A 38yo man picking up
his young-tiny affair at the place she’s working

he parked his dreamy car further so nobody could recognize him

A little while,
she gets in the car
and hug him
as she threw away
a bundle of misery that could only healed
by a rich man fragrance

Throwback

she throwbacks to the page number 1982

on the way home,
it was too late
to reserved a hotel room;
they can’t handle

She remembered the way
he tied her up
at the seat on his white dream car

He kissed her slower;
He did want to be the first taste her
after a bunch of beauty treatment

He bite her lips
kissed her neck ’til it was already wet

He let her begging for being satisfied.

Sunset on The Bathtub

his body was a drought coast
yet to be wet
and so the privy

by click on the incognito;

we flushed the risk
swallowed them as a drug
then we were addict to each other

I sat right next to him
while he was on the bathtub

sinking
foaming
floating

I, me, myself
Silently tried not to cry

A pair of eye as the sun
drown in to the surface;

as the water bubbled
by his breath


Oh, this could be the most beautiful sin scenery.

a sunset on the bathtub.

Midas Touch

heaven’s door have been loosed right where he stood

she’s moaning slightly

as the desire melt within her body

she was fantastically pleased;

a slippery cave

turn in to a gold mines

under The Midas Touch

nasty, wild, and georgeous all at once.