One more person arrived this morning
With a confused mind and a livid look
She tried to intercept a compassionate attitude
But no answer, no regrets, no remorse!

In a pleasant and distinguish way
She narrated her live and
She invented another one!

She believed in something that god would have refused her
A model life without any mishap, any vice
Without any swindler who takes advantage of her and her body!

She told me about her problems
Her problem…
…herself!

She confides body and saw in my improver curios
She confessed having unwholesome sexual acts
As soon as a problem arises,
It’s the only way of evasion, redemption!

What is she looking for in the depth of her craving
May be her soul or her karma
Unless she never had one

She encumbers my mind
She gales my sense
She stirs-up my desire

More of three hours has been passed
Before she left self-confidence
Letting in my spirit raving

What i know is that i won’t be able to divulge it
I confine in me some similar stories
Some are more grave

But what’s the ames?
In witch final?
May be mine?