My heart like crazy horse,
Run at hottest areas of love ...
And finds the source in a kiss
Under the shade of an old tree
Gray leaves, moldy body,
Time flows in waves lust
Groaning in ecstasy, the moon,
Late at night, when twilight has turned ...
With contempt ...
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
My heart like crazy horse,
Run at hottest areas of love ...
And finds the source in a kiss
Under the shade of an old tree
Gray leaves, moldy body,
Time flows in waves lust
Groaning in ecstasy, the moon,
Late at night, when twilight has turned ...
With contempt ...
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