My fingers slipping from the glass of beer drunk and happy, overflowing so soon she had filled up my heart with joy and love how cheerful! I was on top of the moon
To now beat the silence of loneliness I do good as I believe in Karma I am a writer and film-director work on dazzling light with camera
My heart full of hurt, the camera knows her lustful eyes on body of my soul exploits painful memory of my past gathers images with awful control
Prostitution or creativity ? Being naked is shameful activity.
