It's just a memory,
my bulgy belly,
my fleshy, succulent legs
and all that you have written on my body,
while on the shower.
All of it its ecstasy.
Its last night being caressed by your torn hands.
You are only a mean to justify many of my purposes.
A remembering, a feeling,
a moaning, a shout, a writing.
I can forget you only after 3 nights without sleep,
and when the letters begin to fade.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
It's just a memory,
my bulgy belly,
my fleshy, succulent legs
and all that you have written on my body,
while on the shower.
All of it its ecstasy.
Its last night being caressed by your torn hands.
You are only a mean to justify many of my purposes.
A remembering, a feeling,
a moaning, a shout, a writing.
I can forget you only after 3 nights without sleep,
and when the letters begin to fade.
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