The fifth month of separation
Early in the morning, I dreamed of you again,
You suddenly appeared at my house,
It was the way I first knew you,
Calling me from under the iron staircase on the second floor.
I ran to the stairwell,
Asking you, how did you get into the house,
Grandma isn't home,
Then you told me, saying you were looking for me,
Naturally came in.
You played with me, as if having some kind of magic,
Silently, my body heated up,
You played with my little hole with your foot,
I sat on the stairs, looking up at you from below,
Playing and playing, silently climaxing.
I collapsed on you,
You said, still wanting me,
Listening, I pushed you away,
You asked me, have you forgotten me?
I looked at you, shyly calling you master.
As if I had never left you.
You held my hand, leading me downstairs,
As if we could walk together very far away.
Going out,
Putting a helmet on me, that gentleness that belongs to you,
Indeed the Cancer I love.
After I got on the car,
Riding on a very far and straight road.
Waking from the dream,
I was already in tears,
That liking lasted for a long time.
Upon waking, I realized everything was just a dream.
I hugged the pillow and cried loudly.
My master, can never return...
But I miss you so much...