Poetry they sent me, ^^: Emmah She is the woman, girlish manner ... The one you want to "catch", to fuck, to love, but unfortunately, you can never even touch. She is the poison that kills you and the antidote that heals you ... She bites, scratches, excites, finishes and leaves you wanting more ... too much, she is too much! She is girl, girl, woman. It is what you want, the capeta, on four walls, that will take you to hell and you will not notice that entered it. It comes out of nowhere and, before you know it, has already dominated you with your claws, your ties, and your greatest greed. It is storm, hurricane, thunder, pure emotion, a true horn. She seduces, she is the one who leads, manifests every kind of imagination of her small, fragile, anxious and insignificant heart. She dresses Prada, but prefers not to wear anything. Protect, hide, nullify your spirit, for it enslaves you, humbles you, dominates you and never again, poor mortal, will have control over it. She steals your hormones and plays with them, and you will become as fragile as a virgin girl, lonely and helpless. His flesh is desire, the inspiration of the poet, the motivation of madness ... the excitement of sin. Do not think of it, for you will have it in your dreams, but rest assured that you will not let it pass, and that will be a torment for you. It is the principle of lust and the end of lasciviousness. She was the inspiration for Aerosmith's Crazy song. She is your greatest, best and most daring design in life ... This is the ardent, mysterious and disturbing Emmah