From that night that you got me drunk with your wild animal skin I got an inverted rose in memory.
An incessant fascination for the colors of your navel and your back, a hurtful poetry on our enslaved legs.
Your nectar and aroma sex
your face in the tear
my body dejected by your delivery
I'm about to faint
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