Milk and Nose Simeng Wang

Born with The Phantom of the Opera's shadow:[Damn you!You little prying Pandora!You little demon.Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you!You little lying Delilah!You little viper.Now you cannot ever be free!] Gosh, I can never listen to it enough! 

Ah, summertime and those fuzzy juicy pinkish yellow sweet peaches!

So my professor told me, in front of the whole class, that he could not function or think about anything sexually for a week after seeing this poem.

An encounter on a flight but I already forget about that flight or that angel's face and this poem is the only thing left from that past, barely counting as a memory but more like a residue.

Something that is dark red that happened at night. It is possible that I was thinking about vampires.

Yet another love poem, about all the magical adventures that two lovers can take together. I suppose I am one of those cheesy poets at heart......