Amnesia ... II

Amnesia
Is just my dreams
In fog...
With orange lipstick
Lashes
Tights
And Vogue...
So pleasant
Tremble
Of desires...

I hold myself
Away from it
Too long
Too long
I thought
You understand
That fires
In me...

And now
Only ashes
Wishes
Smoke...

From lips
On fingers
On my dress
On hair
On my lipstick
Yes I do talk sometimes
To you
In fog
of Vogue
Through mystics...

I feel
I was too
Silent
And too shy
Just pity
I am old to cry...

I sit
I just enjoy
My Vogue...
The rest
Is silence
Between lines.
Until my heart
Just Ceases
After third stroke...
Orgasmic flash
Of Love
Inside...
Inside my mind...
So tempting
Warm
So joyful
So happy loving lips
Just whisper silently...
Yes
Thank you
Darling
Please...