In the ocean of your hips
'm happy as derelict
dancing with the rolling waves
rhythmic moans my fantasy
Your sea floods
me drowning in desire
my skin sailboat
-open to the wind-
be able to stop kissing ?
front and back
of my evil thoughts
foam your hands
wet me whole
print their aroma
with each stroke
the time arrived when the sacred act
-fatal end-
my mouth is
softly flavored with salt ...
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