سوم ژوئن دوهزار و یازده

I aint virgin anymore
He was handsome all in red
With a cute little tale
and his black stick
I lighted a candle,
He was drinking Merlot
and I was naked,
All naked,
He was laughing
and I was crying
I asked him to do if fast
very fast,
very fast
When it was over, he asked me: “darling, what do you want instead?”
I was naked,
his nails were black,
his hands were cold,
“I ain’t cheap”, i said
He laughed
“Could you erase my memory”, I asked
he laughed louder: “so you are in love”
“No! I am a hater, a real hater” i whisper,
He laughed and put his little cute tale between my legs, my bloody legs,
He erased my memory and left, kissed me and gave me his number; “You would call me soon darling.”
“Never”, I whisper
No, I don’t remember you anymore,
I don’t think of you,
You are not the hero of my epics anymore,
You are a dead hero, a real dead one,
I sold my soul and killed you.
I killed you and drank your blood.
I ain’t think of you anymore
I ain’t think of you anymore