Putting into practice my art and officeI do readings of your memory
of these stories that they wake up in my soul
flames of the time that manipulate my senses
they alter my reason excited my feelings
and they expand my borders of the desire
that like sweet narcotic produces delight to me
And this way on having felt your epidermal eroticism
my breathe loaded with twinkles
it enters your soul and body
as a tenuous blow of a god
flying towards your entrails to discover
your universe filled with desires and passions
and adorable fantasies
and I surrender to your love flames
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