Music Music
dense sweet and sensual shower
falls on your shoulders and you
titted
to water down your
lust that has taken root on this alcove
while
furious over me you move
're on my knuckles like crazy while
with ant you walk the fingers to find you and get you back
hair
rubandoti groans
between
licentious words and the color of my touch
merges into one thing
with the warmth of your sex with my
dissolved in pure essence.
not matter if something out there
escapes me without answers. Among these four walls
where colored paintings naive
under soft lights
silent watching us
you're mine.
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