
| Covered by Paula Sfeir Naked, I reply to your humid tongue, Pictures with colors, water without boats, tasting nipples. In my playground your peacock sings and sinks forward Inside myself. Always covered and sealed like an envelope. Yellow roses Detect my parlor Like make-up. I scream your ring on top of each other, Black lover well behaved, searching for good luck In between sheets covering us with intentions. Nothing can watch us. Your arms grab onto my fingers Satisfied and compacted as a womb. Chocolate With round yellow sol only provision Such act was made only once, as his Soft voice said: ‘more', while I howl Like moos of a cow: as leaves covered my brightness. Standing still until my loudness melted his cock Whose sex acts penetrated-melting like chocolate. |
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