His nails in the desert sun caress my thighs
tanned by the sun
Her hips set the pace
to the sound of vibrant
Jupiter's rings that decorate his arms
a scarf on her hair, rings
hiding
promises between his fingers
His brown eyes
guess the past and the
my hands my future she invents
black hair in spirals
invites me to lose myself in my depths
Her eyelashes giant
ask me without speaking;
why I hide, where I go curves
While I take a walk
and I want to start my home in your navel
She shakes her tambourine
and forces me to make a wish
the rhythm of a Mardi Gras
disappears while I digress from tops, dresses
flight and braided hair;
leather aroma love,
and are my lips again
those who die because
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