TO VISIT YOUR BODY
LOVE



To visit your body, love,
I bring my hands well filled with heat like tickets.
Lips trembling, fear of not being able and love not worth.

I want to lick you in cribs,
Speak to you in verses,
To pray in thirds
Miss me half of your beautiful body,
Kiss your breasts, feel really dead

For tomorrow, come back early.
Your body visit this time without fear.

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