In the circle of time
flattery of timid fog
on earth faded.
drown between strings of wit
now you naked in bed
the room empty, I spy
the tenderness of your body
salt in the flavor
burns the skin
scratches with slender fingers.
Fierce wind meat
vortex becomes bold
m'intrecci between hips
scream thirst
the night was the color
of your sin.
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