Nira’s Tale Of Love: IV
Nira’s Tale Of Love: IV
She looked her face in the mirror;
Woman or vamp was ready to shower.
The pleasure of ever-virgin; she hated
Boring a child and growing old.
Her mother’s advices were the bubbles of affection;
She was thankful to her for her sheltering un-condition.
Every day, one handsome lad tickled her;
In the night with gruesome tears of a lover.