Night accomplice and witness the moon ...
front of you I
at your fingertips, without touching
contemplating the landscape,
enjoy the time while playing
to approach slowly
-stalking-
lingers on my lips I
and your hands incessant ordered my desires,
my legs obediently take different paths
(east and west)
My inner world-before- desolate
is peopled with a groan you and whispers wind.
Your tongue plays with my ripe
and thirst for the man who makes me happy,
woman until the end of time ...
Dreams are jockeying
that ride freely across the plain.
close my eyes and imagine you are there,
sitting in that chair, waiting for my .
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