Let’s take a post break from Cerok Tokun, though nobody will ever get tired with her, physically or mentally, soaked or bored. She is always my weekend lover.
I have my weekday lovers, at home.
One of them let me dwell under its vine tree, although life with her tastes very sour.
Another offer me a bitter bite, but keep reminding me about the silver lining of every cloud.
The third that looks hairy and odd is usually a joker who sweets and sours me from time to time.
Someone said, "There are many pretty ladies but we can only be in love with one; so powerless."
I do not quite agree with this.