Slender, light in complexion,
A little bit tall,
With hazel eye
And well aligned eyebrows
There she goes
Flying away like smoke in the sky
No goodbye
Just fumes of her memories.

I wasn't that old
Neither were you
Smile that reflects hope,
Love, grace and mercy
A bosom of cedars
And amazing slippery thighs
A texture well known to my hands
And lips that melted honey.

I used to lie to my parent,
Hide a book on my jacket,
Pretend I was going to my friend
For homework
Only to find myself on your flat
Doing circus...