My Poems writing
Gain me Nothing,
When I am thinking
How can I praising.
Face looks like moon
And eyes make me zoom,
Brow's sea blue room
Where we meet in dream.
Lip of lipstick
Remind a red chilly,
More than a smiley
You are to me presently.
Cool and confident
With all body Dent's,
Launch of mount
Wherever I haunte.
Just to praise
See, how I ease,
My words are sauce
You dip my butter cheese.
Raymond Dcunha Taccode