- he whispered to me -
"You can high foreshadow it"
- he screamed!
Undress me please...
Out of pleasure, the flesh laughs
That my breasts,
your hand take them
From them, your mouth hunger will be indulged!
Run through me:
i am your mountains!
Where the soul begins and where ends the body we kiss...?
In the illusion of wanting it separately,
but only together exists?"
- Me
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