I hear you walk in my head.
I hear the noise of your heels while
travel the length and breadth of each corridor
of my brain going to explore every
even the most hidden corner of my desire for you.
You, oh my fantasies of nurse
water that quenches my excuse not to resist
color the air around me your perfume
frames and between the sheets of love and embrace fragments
stop at the bottom
of our eyes in my mouth that bites your breast
have to capture the sublime as night
weaves its folds
esondante plots of passion.
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