by Mirek Drozd
why I still don't know what aroma you
at a young daybreak
in the fullness of each day
and every evening...
why I still don't know your taste
when you leave my arms in bed
before you take a bath...
and prepare for work
why I still don't know how hot your
in the peaks of your breasts
are they ready to accept a ring of my
how hard is it to walk into a place
which caress opens
which leads a corridor with red walls
glittering diamonds of dew to your
why I still don't know..?
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